Embarrassing Fact #1

I’m probably the worst tourist on this side of town.

Everytime I go to a new place, I’m more concerned about making myself at home than seeing sights and/ or snapping photos.

Like that one time in Nairobi when I watched Hannah Montana reruns the whole day.

Or that time in Mombasa when I was like “.. yay, free wifi!” and forgot to leave my hotel room.

In my defense, I did go to Fort Jesus and saw Old Town and ate shawarma, but someone else arranged that, and I didn’t even take any photos.

Embarrassing Fact #2

I studied French for 6 years in highschool. I was even one of the best in my class but now I can barely construct a sentence. I’m appropriately ashamed. Bonjour. 

That said, I was recently in Kigali for about a week.

We stayed at an airbnb. It was sweet and homey. I don’t have pictures of our room, but there was this cute sitting situation outside that I was really feeling.


I also went to a craft shop and bought these useless “thingies.” I can’t figure out what they’re called, but don’t they look great on my wall of shame?

SHOES!!! I haven’t worn them yet, but I’m hopeful.


Of course I spent a day at the café (instead of going to see the genocide museum because it sounded too depressing)

This is like the Rwandan version of our Javas — Bourbon Café at UTC.

Café au lait x “Littlest Rebel” #theawakening #katechopin #bookstagram

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Why is eggs benedict called eggs benedict? Does it know The Pope or something?


I also took a walk around the ‘hood..

The I-know-I-am-going-to-get-lost-but-I-am-smarter-than-Hansel-and-Gretel version of a trail.


And finally these flowers.


The first time I saw them was at my father’s funeral. I was about 5 years old. The second time was on this trip in Kigali so of course I caught feelings, but in a good way.

It felt like my dad was looking out for me, and I decided that he is proud of me, and approves of my life choices. (This is how I get through life, by only thinking good things about myself. I think it’s called convenient delusion)

So, that’s it! Not the best travel recap, but I told myself that I needed to document it anyway.

Remember that time on F.R.I.E.N.D.S when Phoebe was like “.. if you want to receive e-mails about my upcoming shows, then please give me money so I can buy a computer” ?

Well, if you want me to write better travel posts then please pay for my trips and give me an itinerary (and a few threats) to work with.

Merci beaucoup.

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