The Victor's Glass of Milk

I woke up early again, this time to walk one of the older boys, Jean Paul, to the local soccer stadium in Gitarama. It is about 35/40 minutes away. We got there just in time for his first game. He played very well and his team won. Rule of life in Rwanda: Soccer = football = life.

I wasn't able to watch the second game as well, because after the first game, I found myself surrounded by nearly 30 kids, all asking me where I was from, and why I spoke differently. I was able to answer most questions, but I guess they were intrigued and didn't leave my side for the rest of the game.

On the way back, I bought Jean-Paul some milk from a little stand, and we had to sit inside the stand, behind a little curtain for Jean- Paul to drink his milk. It is unheard of in Rwanda to eat and drink in public, because it is like flaunting your wealth, saying that you have enough money to eat outside of meals, and because in Rwanda people are very discreet, when you buy something to eat at a stand, you have to eat it there, or put it in a bag to eat in the privacy of your own home. It also helps with littering and I notice that Rwanda is very clean. I think that is a very good rule, and I have only seen foreigners drink in public.

After dinner, I met another volunteer who is going to be here until August as well. Her name is Brittany, she is 23 and from Florida. She seems really nice and the kids liked her.