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Saturday, February 17, 2007

Rwanda: Arrival

Part of me cracks open like a ripe watermelon when I see we’re about to land in Africa. My heart opens up.

Off the plane, across the tarmac, through immigration. The immigration line is slow. Luggage porters in yellow vie for the job of carrying our bag. I generally avoid them, but maybe should use them and drop a bill in their waiting hands.

Although I have never before been to Rwanda, I am greeted by a warm African woman who welcomes me like a sister she has never met. There are bouquets of sweet smelling roses in cellophane, and I am enveloped and lavished with many kisses to each cheek, rather than the traditional three. We leave the terminal with our arms around each other. And stop for tea at a conference center before leaving Kigali.

7 Comments:

Blogger meno said...

I don't get greeted like that by my own family.

I am jealous.

Of course i don't greet them like that either.

Hmmm.

9:33 AM  
Blogger Nancy Dancehall said...

That is amazing.

9:36 AM  
Blogger gr said...

Best wishes, Lucia for a safe trip.

1:50 PM  
Blogger Citymouse said...

wonderful..

3:57 PM  
Blogger Maggie said...

How gracious and warm to make a weary traveller feel so welcomed.

9:46 PM  
Blogger Gordo The Geek said...

In the comparatively limited travel that my wife and I have done we've found that, generally, the less people have the more welcoming they are. I find it rather humbling, to say the least.

Have a great trip, Lucia.

12:01 AM  
Blogger QT said...

What a wonderful way to start your journey! Sorry I am so late to the party.

9:13 AM  

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