Learning to Slow Down

“Buhoro, buhoro!” my host mother shouts as I hurry through the spotless dining room of my new home in Rwanda.  I have half a piece of bread hanging from my mouth, my weighty backpack slung at an odd angle across one shoulder, my phone in one hand, and a cup of tea swaying in the other.  To your average American, this might look like a fairly standard morning routine, but my host mother looks utterly confused and mildly concerned as she watches the hectic foreigner tear through the room. Continue reading “Learning to Slow Down”

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