An almost weird transition

     I can't say I worked hard at EDD, but my days were pretty full.  I'd made a lot of friends there, so by the time Monday rolled around and it was time for me to go, I was feeling sad.  Dalia sat and waited with me when all of a sudden, it started thundering, which was not new, because we had little thunderstorms almost every afternoon.  But this was QUITE the storm, and lots of hail came down, and we stood transfixed at the window, watching the hailstones bounce off the grass and walkways.  Then, just as abruptly, it cleared up and was pleasant again.
     That's when Charles arrived at the house with Moses and Jackie.  This was a BIG EVENT!  Moses and I were astonished to meet each other after so long an email correspondence, and Jackie, I later learned, is a master of big events.  She is continually taking photos, as if every single moment needs recording.  So, in a flurry of activity, Charles and I said our farewells, and I loaded into the safari vehicle with my new friends.
     From the first moment, the change was astounding.  While I guess I wasn't actually an employee of EDD, I definitely "worked" there, whereas from the very first moment, Moses and Jackie made me feel as if they were responsible to satisfy any little demand I might think of.  The treatment was royal.  And I met Emma (short for Emmanuel), their driver, who jointly undertook responsibility for my happiness.
     We zipped across Kigali and soon found ourselves

Step Town Motel, Kigali

on the patio of a lovely little hotel where I was shown an extremely nice room for the night.  Not only was it beautiful, but it had hot running water!  I was longing for a shower.  The four of us sat down together and discussed the schedule of what we would be doing for the next week.
    It was a little disconcerting to hear the first day's schedule.  First thing, we were going to "the genocide."  After "the genocide" we would be heading out of town.  It was a little shocking to consider my personal schedule as pre and post genocide.  
     We talked about the whole week, and they left after assuring the hotel staff that dinner was included for my stay, and that I should have whatever I wanted for dinner.  I went for a nice hot shower and washed my hair, and indulged in a little nap before dinner.




Suddenly, I was in the lap of luxury! 

My room at EDD

My room at the Step Town Motel