Memories in Orbit: A Journey Through Time and Space

Life has a funny way of triggering memories. Sometimes it’s a familiar smell, a bite of a biscuit, a fleeting melody, or the way the sunlight hits a corner of the room just right. Other times, it’s a visit to the planetarium on a touristy trip to Washington, D.C., with your spouse.

For my husband and me, this past month trip (November 2024) was our first time exploring D.C. together. We checked off all the must-see landmarks: Capitol Hill, the Supreme Court, memorials, museums—you name it. But for me, the highlight was the National Air and Space Museum. There, we marveled at the history of aviation, from the Wright brothers’ first flight to the dizzying innovations of space exploration. It was awe-inspiring, to say the least.

When we stepped into the planetarium and navigated the stories of the Apollo missions, something unexpected happened. A memory surfaced, vivid and bittersweet, transporting me thousands of miles and decades back to my childhood home in Rwanda.

My dad started building it before he married my mom, and as our family grew to eight, so did the house. By the time I was old enough to recall it clearly, it had expanded to eight rooms (not counting the living and dining rooms). Now, before you imagine a modern open-concept design, with long hallways connecting everything, that’s not what we are talking about here. Oh no, that wasn’t the 70s or 80s style—at least not in our home. To reach the kids’ bedrooms, you had to navigate a labyrinth of interconnected rooms. It was like playing an eternal game of hide-and-seek.

  • The US Supreme Court Building
  • The US Capitol Hill
  • The Capitol Hill
  • Hubby and I
  • The CityCenter Outdoor Shopping Mall

And here’s where the Apollo missions come in. Two of the bedrooms at the far ends of the maze were affectionately dubbed Appollo Onze and Appollo Douze—French for Apollo 11 and Apollo 12. Why? I have no idea. My parents, who had only elementary school educations, somehow knew about these historic space missions and decided to immortalize them in our home. Maybe they were inspired by the grandeur of human achievement. Maybe they liked the sound of it. Or maybe it was my dad’s way of dreaming big for his growing family.

From the planetarium in D.C., I texted my siblings to see if they remembered this quirky naming convention. It was an outright no. None of them recalls it. You see, when we lost our parents during the 1994 Genocide against the Tutsi, I was 13—the second child in my family. My two siblings, who were two years older and two years younger than me, were taken too. The memories I shared with them, the validation of our shared childhood, are forever out of reach. The three surviving siblings were all younger than ten.

Sometimes I feel like my memories are broken, scattered fragments that no one else can piece together with me. It’s a lonely feeling, like shouting into the void and hearing only your own echo. So many memories are tied to my three younger siblings—shared moments that bind us together. Yet, there’s an equally large collection I hold alone, without validation, because they were too young to remember. Like the way our mom would lovingly write songs to help with our school music homework or the wise, often humorous sayings of our parents that shaped my understanding of the world. These memories feel both precious and fragile, like whispers of the past that only I can hear, and sometimes, that solitude weighs heavy on my heart.

But even in that sadness, I find wonder. How did my parents, with their limited formal education, know about the Apollo missions? And why those particular ones—Apollo 11 and 12? Did they choose them deliberately? Or was it as random as the triggers that bring these memories rushing back to me?

I may never know the answers to the questions about my childhood home, or many other questions I wish I could ask my loved ones no longer with us! But that’s okay. What I do know is this: I carry these memories like precious cargo, a connection to the parents and siblings I lost too soon. They are my history, my anchor, and my orbit.

And as I stood there in D.C., under the twinkling lights of the planetarium, I smiled. Because even though the memories are mine alone to carry, they are a testament to the love, curiosity, and resilience of a family that once was.

Sometimes, it’s enough just to remember!

Indulge Me, World!

In this tender month of April,
Grant me the moment to entreat.
For within this season’s embrace,
Memories abundantly flow.
A path through trials, battles faced anew,
Life’s tapestry woven, by pain and strength tried.

In ’94, hell engulfed Rwanda,
The land of a thousand hills that once gleamed with light.
Rolling hills and lush green, a paradise’s hymn,
Now veiled in the blood of my kin, a tragic tale.
Silent world, their crime?
Physical features they couldn’t curtail.

I harbor no grudge, my word stands strong,
Bitterness won’t mend the past.
No victim’s stance, I claim my place,
Resilience carries on, a path unmarred.
From the ashes rising, steadfast in my stand,
Forgiveness, not vengeance, a lighter hand.

Three decades on, wounds still tender and raw,
Their memories revered, a pledge of eternal splendor.
Their absence echoes, a void within my heart,
Their journey truncated, a poignant call to persevere.
Allow me, O world, to unveil my story arc,
Of valor, endurance, and transcending the dark.

I vow, no tale of despair shall you find,
Instead, one of strength against fate’s bind.
From shadows, a journey to illuminate,
Survivor by name, warrior within.
Carving purpose from chaos,
A new life to behold, another chance to cherish.

Each trial conceals a lesson’s profound lore,
And within every warrior, hope eternally soars.
In brokenness, faith endures in tranquil sway,
In this April’s remembrance, my heart doesn’t tarry.
Allow me to raise this resounding anthem high,
To honor, to unite, in hope’s enduring embrace.

💓


Paying tribute to my dad, mom, brother, and sister who were taken from me so soon, during the 1994 genocide against Tutsi, in Rwanda (4/7, 4/17, 4/24).
💓May their memories forever remain a blessing💓

If Money and Time Were Not An Issue, Where Would You Go?

Playa Bonita, Panama City, Panama

🌍✨Welcome to my blog! Are you ready for pictures? If this is your first visit, get ready for an adventure-filled treat. And to all my returning readers, thank you for joining me on this journey again. I’m excited to share even more unforgettable stories with you. So, whether you’re new here or a seasoned traveler in my world, let’s embark on this exciting voyage together!

My baby sister with the Singapore ArtScience Museum in the background

It’s no secret that my passion for travel runs deep. The allure of exploring new places, immersing myself in different cultures, and experiencing unforgettable adventures is something that ignites my soul. Every time my hubby and I start planning our next travel escapade, it’s like a rush you just can’t put into words. The world feels boundless, full of possibilities. Lately, I’ve been itching to kick off a fresh tradition, something where I can reminisce about the top moments of my year, reliving all the incredible adventures I’ve been fortunate enough to experience.

So, here are the highlights of my 2023 ✨🌍

The Caribbean

In 2023, my husband and I celebrated our wedding anniversary with a trip to George Town, Cayman Islands. Pronounced “kei-muhn” or “kay-men”, this tropical paradise is composed of three jewels: Cayman Brac, Little Cayman, and the crown jewel, Grand Cayman – the largest and most sought-after gem in the archipelago.

Our hotel stood along the renowned Seven Mile Beach, ironically only six miles in length, nestled on the western coast of Grand Cayman. The Cayman Islands boast stunning beaches with crystal-clear waters, making them a paradise for snorkeling, scuba diving, and other water activities. Seven Mile Beach, in particular, is known for its beauty and has been ranked among the best beaches in the Caribbean.

As a British overseas territory, we quickly adapted to the left-hand driving and the quaint left-handed quirks, from door handles to everyday customs. The local currency, the Cayman Islands Dollar, holds its own against the British pound; payments are accepted in both Cayman and US Dollars.

Getting around the island was a breeze, yet what truly intrigued us was the method of determining taxi fares. Instead of modern technology and digital apps like Uber or Lyft, fares were calculated using a printed book, evoking a nostalgic charm of simpler days 😄.

Given the island’s status as an import-dependent territory, prices tend to be on the higher side. Despite this, we thoroughly enjoyed the diverse culture, where the majority of people have mixed heritage originating from Africa, Jamaica, and Europe. We learned about the rich history from our private tour guide (Cayman native), who provided us with fascinating insights into the islands’ past.

Overall, our experience in the Cayman Islands was delightful. We relished the delicious food, felt safe exploring the area, and were captivated by the warmth and friendliness of the locals. It was a memorable way to celebrate our anniversary, and we are grateful for the experience.

Central America

Panama City, Panama holds a special place in our hearts as a go-to winter destination. Having visited a few times already, including the winter of 2023, we’ve come to appreciate its blend of modern amenities, historical significance, and cultural charm. From its convenient accessibility with direct flights from the US to its intriguing fusion of American influence and Latin American flair, its access to the Panama Canal, Panama City offers an unforgettable experience for travelers of all kinds.

One of the most striking features of Panama City is its impressive downtown area, reminiscent of Manhattan with its towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. It’s a testament to the city’s rapid development and growing cosmopolitan vibe. Yet, beyond the urban landscape, Panama City boasts well-maintained highways and an efficient transportation system, making it remarkably easy to navigate for visitors.

What sets Panama City apart, however, is its affordability without sacrificing quality. From upscale accommodations to budget-friendly stays, there’s something for every traveler’s preference and budget. Whether you’re indulging in luxury or seeking a more modest experience, Panama City delivers.

One thing that makes the experience more authentic is the language barrier. Unlike lots of other tourist places, most people in Panama City speak only Spanish. Take Costa Rica, for instance, just north of Panama, where many folks speak excellent English, especially in big American hotel chains like Marriott. Panama feels different, so if you’re thinking of going there, it could be helpful to learn a bit of Spanish. If not, you can use Google Translate. It’s not flawless, but it’ll get you understood.

However, it also offers a chance for cultural immersion and practicing languages. As someone who began learning Spanish in graduate school, I’ve discovered that engaging with locals is not only fulfilling but also enriching. Interestingly, my proficiency in French appears to improve my ability to speak Spanish, earning me compliments as I go along.

From exploring the historic Panama Canal to strolling through the Panama Viejo (Old Panama, now a UNESCO Cultural World Heritage Site), every moment in Panama City is filled with discovery and adventure. Whether you’re a first-time visitor or a seasoned traveler, there’s always something new to uncover in this dynamic city.

Yet another captivating feature of the Gulf of Panama, sourced from the Pacific Ocean, unveils itself at Playa Bonita, where we stayed at the Westin hotel: the mesmerizing dance of high and low tides. With clockwork precision, every twelve hours, the tide ascends to an impressive fifteen feet at its zenith, only to retreat to depths of three to four feet during its nadir. Witnessing this natural phenomenon firsthand was nothing short of extraordinary.

In conclusion, Panama City has effortlessly captured our hearts as a favorite winter getaway destination. Its blend of accessibility, affordability, and cultural richness makes it a gem worth exploring time and time again. So, if you’re searching for your next travel adventure, consider Panama City—it may just surprise you in the best possible way.

South East Asia

It had been years in the making, a dream nurtured within our family for the single members among us at the time. Despite numerous reschedules and careful consideration of safe destinations for two women traveling alone, we diligently researched. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of anticipation, the perfect moment arrived, and our much-anticipated Girls Trip materialized into reality.

As the world slowly emerged from the shadows of the pandemic, my youngest sister and I found ourselves eagerly counting down the days until we could embark on our much-anticipated adventure. Our destination? The vibrant city-state of Singapore – a melting pot of culture, cuisine, and endless possibilities.

From the minute we landed, we were in full mode tourists. Staying first at the W Singapore – Sentosa Cove, we quickly navigated a lot of touristic hotspots of the island. From the dizzying heights of the Sentosa SkyHelix to the tranquil beauty of the Gardens by the Bay, we marveled at the awe-inspiring sights that unfolded before us. We rode the Singapore Cable Car, gazing out at the city skyline as it stretched out beneath us like a twinkling sea of lights.

We delved into the attractions and beauty that Resorts World Sentosa had to offer. Visiting the S.E.A Aquarium was a memorable experience for me, as I couldn’t recall the last time I had been to an aquarium before this trip. At Universal Studios, we had a perfect amount of time, exploring themed rides, shows, and attractions across different zones. Additionally, we embarked on a day trip to the stunning Palawan beach, where we strolled along and ventured to the floating bridge leading to Asia’s southernmost point. It was an exhilarating experience.

Undoubtedly, you cannot end a journey in Singapore without a stop at the iconic Marina Bay Sands. Before our trip, my sister and I were captivated by the movie Crazy Rich Asians, much of which was filmed in Singapore. Exploring the sites and landmarks from the film filled us with excitement. The towering structures and panoramic views were simply awe-inspiring, showcasing the city’s relentless drive for innovation and advancement. We marked my birthday with a delightful celebration at the rooftop Italian restaurant, Lavo, and indulged in some shopping at the expansive underground mall beneath Marina Bay Sands.

And amidst it all, there was the warmth of the Singaporean people – friendly and welcoming. Yet, it was the remarkable hospitality of the staff at JW Marriott South Beach that truly left a memorable impression.

From the moment we arrived, their hospitality shone through. Despite booking a regular room, they graciously upgraded us to a suite a month in advance, enhancing our stay from the outset. Anticipating our needs with thoughtful gestures, they ensured there was a sofa bed already set up, understanding our desire for personal space.

A delightful welcome gift awaited us, setting the tone for a memorable experience. On the occasion of my birthday, a heartfelt note accompanied by balloons and a delicious cake was a touching gesture, imbuing the celebration with an extra layer of warmth and sincerity.

It wasn’t just about the material amenities; it was the genuine care and effort invested by the staff that made our stay extraordinary. The team at the executive lounge epitomized this, going above and beyond to ensure our comfort and satisfaction at every turn.

Holding the prestigious title of Ambassador Elite with Marriott doesn’t guarantee an effortless and enjoyable experience every time. In a world where hospitality can sometimes feel transactional, the genuine warmth and exceptional service at JW Marriott South Beach stood out as a beacon of hospitality. It wasn’t just a hotel stay; it was an experience with warmth, care, and a genuine desire to create lasting memories.

As our time in Singapore neared its end, we concluded our visit at the Jewel Changi, an incredible experience within the Changi International Airport. Inside, we explored the enchanting Canopy Park and marveled at the majestic Rain Vortex. Pretty cool if you ask me. However, it also marked the bittersweet conclusion of our Girls Trip. As my sister and I prepared to depart from different terminals, the realization weighed heavy on me, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness at the prospect of parting ways.

We loved Singapore, and I highly recommend it.

US Travels

While frequent travels are somewhat routine for me, visiting New York City twice within a year was an extraordinary feat, considering I usually find the Big Apple a bit overwhelming. The first trip was for a leadership training program and conference in May, immersing me in both professional development and the vibrant energy of the city. I graduated in June, in Atlanta.

The second trip, however, was a completely different adventure – a Global Citizen Festival at the Central Park Lawn. Participation in Global Citizen events invariably inspires a profound sense of purpose, amidst a community dedicated to effecting positive change in their respective spheres.

The Middle East

In 2023, I had the opportunity to embark on a journey to Israel. Unlike any other, the country holds significance for Christians and Jews who revere it as the Holy Land, while for Muslims, Jerusalem stands as their third holiest site. Traveling through the Middle East, one is frequently advised to dress modestly and navigate with caution—a lesson I learned years ago during a visit to Egypt.

However, arriving in Israel, particularly Tel Aviv, felt remarkably different. It resembled a bustling city in the United States, where women sported a variety of attire, and the atmosphere exuded modern days. When we visited, it was in August, a hot summer with temperatures in the 90s all day, for two weeks. I had never felt so hot, glad that it was dry heat in some locations like Jerusalem and northern Israel.

Jerusalem on the other hand, you are advised to dress up modestly due to religious sites and churches that dorn Jerusalem. Sitting up high in the mountains, you can feel the temperature difference from Tel Aviv. The Jerusalem Old City is nothing like I have ever seen.

Jerusalem Old City’s Jaffa Gate

It is divided into four distinct quarters: the Jewish Quarter, the Christian Quarter, the Muslim Quarter, and the Armenian Quarter. Each quarter is characterized by its own unique architecture, religious sites, and cultural atmosphere.

The Jewish Quarter houses significant landmarks such as the Western Wall (Kotel), while the Christian Quarter is home to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. The Muslim Quarter features bustling markets and the Dome of the Rock, while the Armenian Quarter boasts historical churches and cultural heritage sites.

My Highlights in Jerusalem

  • Yad Vashem (Hebrew for Memories Monument): Located on the Mount of Remembrance to preserve and honor the memory of the six million Jews, who perished in the Holocaust. Personally, I found myself unprepared for the emotional intensity of the experience awaiting me. The exhibitions meticulously trace Jewish history, particularly in Europe, evoking profound distress.

Despite having familiarized myself with accounts from Holocaust survivors through history narratives and memoirs, I found it heartbreaking and could only endure about an hour before feeling overwhelmed. Whether it was the sheer brutality of human cruelty or my own firsthand encounters surviving the genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda, I had to leave the Memorial to shield myself from further trauma.

  • The Garden of the Righteous among the Nations: Nestled within the grounds of Yad Vashem is the garden adorned with trees, each symbolizing the bravery of non-Jews who risked their lives to rescue Jews during the Holocaust. Among these stands the Ten Boom family tree, a poignant tribute to their courageous actions immortalized in Corrie Ten Boom’s book “The Hiding Place.”
  • The Western (Wailing) Wall: Situated within the ancient walls of Jerusalem’s Old City, specifically in the Jewish Quarter, the Wailing Wall holds profound significance as the holiest site in Judaism. It stands as the sole remaining portion of the original retaining wall of the Second Temple, constructed over two millennia ago.
  • The City of David: located in the south of Temple Mount outside the walls of the Old City, this Biblical archaeological site is an ancient fortified city that David conquered and made the capital of Israel (Jerusalem). With a private tour guide, we toured underground tunnels that included Hezekiah’s tunnel and the Siloam Pool at the bottom of the city to the east.
  • The Temple Mount is located on Mount Moriah (the place Abraham brought Isaac for sacrifice): this is where both the First Temple (built in 1000 BC by King Solomon and destroyed by Babylonians in 586 BC) and Second Temple (built by Ezra, Herod between 538-515 BC and destroyed by Romans in 70 AD/CE) & exiled Israelites for 2 millennia. Today, the Wailing Wall (1600ft retaining wall) stands on the western side of the Temple Mount. On the top of the Temple Mount is where the Dome of the Rock is, part of the Muslim Quarter.
  • The Great Bridge Route: We were guided by a private tour guide, who led us through an incredible discovery part of a recent excavation: a bridge linking Jerusalem’s upper city to the Temple Mount. This ingeniously designed structure was crafted to span a valley, eliminating the necessity for ascents and descents between the City of David and the Temple Mount. Additionally, the bridge incorporated an aqueduct system, facilitating the transportation of water to the Temple.
  • The Garden of the Tomb and the Church of the Sepulcher: (one of these two locations is traditionally believed to be where Jesus was crucified (Golgotha), and Jesus’ empty tomb (where he was buried and later resurrected). This is located within the Christian Quarter.

Concluding our three-day visit to Jerusalem, we wrapped up the journey at the Israel Museum; focusing on the archaeological section housing the recently discovered Dead Sea Scrolls and the history. This particular visit followed the Great Bridge tour and an hour-long walk on the Ramparts Walk of the Old City, amidst sweltering heat. By the time we reached the museum, exhaustion had taken its toll, and my interest waned. Nevertheless, I look forward to revisiting the museum some day 😊

Our lodging choice in Jerusalem was the Waldorf Astoria, a Hilton Hotel, situated conveniently close to the Old City, downtown, and various points of interest—all within walking distance. I highly recommend this hotel when visiting Jerusalem.

My Highlights Outside Jerusalem

Thanks to having a rental car at our disposal, we had the freedom to explore every destination on our itinerary. Departing from Jerusalem, we drove down to the Dead Sea, visited the Masada National Park, and concluded our day trip by driving back to Tel Aviv through the stunning Negev Desert.

  • Masada National Park: Located on a hilltop overlooking the Dead Sea, and accessed via a cable car, the Park holds profound historical and archaeological significance. It is home to the ancient fortress of Masada, built by King Herod the Great around 30 BCE. Masada is the site of a dramatic siege during the Jewish-Roman War in 73-74 CE.

The fortress was besieged by the Roman army, and rather than surrender, its Jewish defenders chose mass suicide. This event has become a symbol of Jewish heroism and resistance. Today, Masada is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and a popular tourist destination, offering visitors breathtaking views of the surrounding desert landscape, as well as well-preserved ruins and archaeological excavations that provide insight into ancient Jewish history and culture.

  • The Dead Sea: Located at the lowest point on Earth’s surface, approximately 1,410 feet below sea level, the Dead Sea shares borders with Jordan to the east and Israel and the West Bank to the west. Its waters are saturated with thick salt, which enables visitors to effortlessly float on its surface.

The day of our visit was exceptionally scorching, exacerbated by the low altitude, making the temperature intolerable. Regrettably, I couldn’t indulge in swimming (floating), as the water was uncomfortably hot.

  • Caesarea (Keisarya in Hebrew): An ancient city located on the Mediterranean coast of Israel, was once a bustling major port known for its strategic significance and architectural city. We visited the Caesarea National Park; Caesarea holds significant biblical importance, notably as the place where the apostle Paul was imprisoned for two years due to his unwavering faith in Christ. It was from the same place that Paul, as a prisoner, was eventually transported to Rome, where he faced execution.

The Park offers both paid guided and self-guided tours that lead visitors through ancient structures dating back to the Roman Empire. Among these structures is a Roman Theater, where large gatherings took place, and which was unearthed during excavation efforts.

  • The Banias Waterfalls: The Falls cascade down from Mount Hermon, the highest peak in Israel, and flow through the Banias Nature Reserve, eventually joining the Dan and Snir streams to form the Jordan River. It was a remarkable adventure, descending steep stairs to reach the falls, followed by the exhilarating hike back up with temperatures in the 90s.
  • Mt Hermon: At an elevation of 9,232 feet above sea level, Mount Hermon straddles the border between Israel and Syria. One afternoon, we ventured to its foothills, capturing photos and enjoying coffee at the ski resorts despite the sweltering heat. Although we didn’t have the opportunity to ride the cable car to the summit, I imagine it would have been a delightful experience.
  • Bethsaida is known as the hometown of Jesus’ disciples Philip, Andrew, and his brother Peter. It holds significance as the location where Jesus performed miraculous deeds, including walking on water, healing a blind man, and miraculously feeding a multitude of five thousand people with just two fish and five loaves of bread.
  • Tiberias (Teveryah in Hebrew): Cited in John 6:23 as the departure point from which boats set sail in pursuit of Jesus, who had traveled to Capernaum following the miracle of feeding the five thousand with two fish and five loaves.

In the historic Old City of Tiberias, one evening we dined at the Hermitage restaurant, housed within a remarkable stone building that boasts over 800 years of history. This family-run restaurant serves delicious Mediterranean cuisine, which happens to be my absolute favorite. Despite my picky tastes, the flavors surpassed my expectations.

  • The Jordan River: holds significant historical and religious importance, being the site where John the Baptist baptized Jesus and where the Israelites crossed into the Promised Land (Canaan) from Egypt. The area we visited is also a baptism site, though it’s not widely recognized as the location where Jesus was baptized. That distinction is typically attributed to a site farther south, closer to where the Jordan River flows into the Dead Sea.
  • The Sea of Galilee: Also referred to as Lake Tiberias or Kinneret in Hebrew, the Sea of Galilee is the lowest freshwater lake on Earth. It stands as the second-lowest lake worldwide, situated approximately 600 feet below sea level. Our hotel, Galei Kinneret, located along the shores of the Sea of Galilee, provides captivating vistas that are simply breathtaking. This well and conveniently located resort allowed us to easily visit the Jordan River, Capernaum, Bethsaida, and other nearby tourist destinations.
  • Capernaum (Kfar Nahum in Hebrew): situated on the shores of the Sea of Galilee, Capernaum was a fishing village and thought to be the location where Jesus launched His ministry. It was within these historical grounds that He called Peter, John, James, Andrew, and Matthew to become His first disciples.

Our initial visit to the site was unexpectedly abbreviated due to my attire; I had unknowingly violated the strict dress code by wearing shorts and baring my arms, and I had forgotten my shawl. Despite scorching temperatures reaching 100 degrees, religious protocols remained steadfast. However, upon our return, we were able to fully appreciate the site, including a synagogue believed to be where Jesus first preached, what is thought to be the house of Peter, and the breathtaking panorama of the Sea of Galilee.

  • Finally, Nazareth and Cana of Galilee: hold significant places in the life of Jesus. Nazareth was His hometown, where He spent His early years, while Cana was where He performed His first miracle, turning water into wine at a wedding celebration. As we drove through the town, there wasn’t much in terms of visible historical landmarks, yet the experience of traversing through such a historically rich area felt deeply satisfying.

As a follower of Christ, my beliefs and faith are deeply rooted in the knowledge that much of Biblical history and the journeys of Jesus occurred on the very soil I walked on. This trip has been incredibly fulfilling for me. While I don’t subscribe to the belief that miraculous healings or mysterious transformations occur simply by stepping on this sacred ground, visiting this land and walking through its historical sites has long been a dream of mine. What an extraordinary experience!

Throughout the year, numerous domestic trips took us to various destinations such as Georgia, Florida, Minnesota, North Carolina, Chicago, and Virginia. However, international travel remained the top highlight. Like many end-of-year holidays, we cherished spending quality time with family, friends, and the dedicated staff and children part of my nonprofit, Rising Above the Storms in Rwanda. These moments are always cherished.

If money and time posed no limitations, I would go everywhere, to every corner, every culture, every hidden gem.

What about you? Have you traveled anywhere recently, or are there places you’re dreaming of visiting? Do you have a bucket list? Feel free to share in the comments below. Thank you for taking the time to read about my experiences! Wishing you a blessed day!

I ❤️ Ottawa! For Real! 

Earlier this week, I got a chance to visit one of my favorite cities, Ottawa, Canada, for the second time. Like many other places I travel to, my favorite thing to do is that I just like to observe what is unique to each place and its people. Howbeit, I try to keep and share only good and funny aspects! My goal writing this is that you will find humor or inspiration or both, in my writing.

Our Cisco Office Buildings in Kanata.

Personally, I simply love Ottawa. Since the first time I visited in May 2007, I fell in love with the city. My travel adventure to any place isn’t necessarily as anyone would expect; for example, ancient ruins, historical castles, downtown, coffee shops, shopping centers, restaurants or museums don’t always spark my interest about a place, unlike normal tourists. When you read what I highlight below, you will understand.

When I booked my hotel, although I looked it up on Google maps first, I guess I overlooked the fact that I was actually staying in Quebec, instead of Ontario, where my work office was going to be. I didn’t find it a big deal though, since I was renting a vehicle to get around. I loved the Ottawa River that separates Ottawa and Gatineau; I imagine it’d be beautiful in the summer! At the time of my visit, it was mostly covered by sheets of ice. I also liked the bridge between the 2 cities with double lanes each way, one of them being a HOV lane.

  • Ottawa’s winter, just like most of the country, is brutal!

Aerial view of the Ottawa area

Well, this is a given about Canada, but before you judge me for living in the south for so long, I have had my share of snow and cold. I lived in Rochester, NY which sits right below Lake Ontario, between Toronto and Ottawa, for about 4 years. It didn’t matter if a few feet of snow fell overnight or a monster blizzard descended over Rochester; schools didn’t close and we didn’t get a day off from work due to the inclement weather.

Besides being Canada’s capital, apparently Ottawa is also the 4th largest and the most educated city in Canada. Ottawa is also the 7th coldest capital in the world and apparently, nearly a half of its population is under 35 years of age! Very interesting! Although I really love the city, it is extremely cold there. My few days visiting reminded me how much I definitely do NOT miss the north!

  • HOV lanes everywhere 

Champlain Bridge (between Gatineau & Ottawa)

I have not been to a place that is comparatively not large but has many high occupancy vehicle (hov) lanes practically all over the place. Seriously, even in a 2-lane bypass each way, I saw HOV lane signs. The funny part about it though, I noticed that most people don’t adhere to the rules. I don’t know if HOV means something else in Canada, but each time I glanced at cars moving to my left in the HOV lane, there was often a single person in the vehicle.

Also, ironically, I didn’t see any sign for traffic cameras in those lanes, so may be that explains why people just don’t follow those rules? Still, as a visitor, I played it on the safe side, and stayed in regular lanes. I am not as fearless as those people, or, unless HOV means something else up there on our northern border! Normally HOV lanes in the US are mainly in the major highways, not traditional alleys.

  • No traffic law enforcement officers in sight

For 3-4 days I spent in Ottawa – Gatineau commuting for 30 minutes one way everyday, I didn’t spot a single LE officer vehicle, traffic or otherwise. Either, police officers there look different from those here in the US and I didn’t see them or simply people don’t violate traffic laws up there or the crime rate is extremely low. Either way, I was surprised.

  • Extremely patient drivers

I travel very often but I have never been to a place where everyone drives below the speed limit, literally, almost everyone. For 4 days I was there, I only saw one or 2 people speeding but the rest drove really slow. While I used to speed, several years ago I decide to stop and be responsible about it.

While in Canada, as I juggled between remembering miles versus kilometers on my Canadian rental SUV dashboard, I often noticed that in a single lane road all drivers were trailing way behind me. Then I’d slow down, although I was not really speeding. Also, people don’t honk or tailgate up there. People drove as if it was for fun and not in a rush to be anywhere important.

  • Small traffic light panels

Tiny Traffic Lights

Canadians have to have the best sight vision than the rest of the world! The green and yellow light panel holes are awfully small; in some locations though, I noticed that the red lights were mostly normal size. I will let you judge for yourself from the above photo. I think all other countries I have been to, the lights are often the same size but I could be wrong. I found it quite interesting.

  • People randomly walking in the rain

When I landed at Ottawa International Airport, the weather was really damp. It was very rainy and very cold. However, what puzzled me was that I would see people, on several occasions, just walking in the rain; some had umbrellas, others didn’t. Some were walking their dogs on the side of the roads, others were just busy going to places. I thought it was quite interesting!

  • Food Menu

Drinks are part of the main course? And entrees mean appetizers there?

Of course I would talk about food; albeit, not in a sense you’d expect. I found it hard to understand the restaurant menu at the hotel I stayed at in Gatineau. I didn’t anticipate appetizers to be called entrees (or may be because it’s really entrées in French?), and definitely not the main courses to have sodas on the list etc. Or, I am probably clueless and this is normal? I loved breakfast choices though. I am glad I was only there for couple of days, otherwise, I would have easily put on a few extra pounds.

Delicious breakfast choices for sure! Glad I was there for a short period of time!

  • French & English

Well, thankfully I could understand both languages but apparently if you live in or travel to any part of the Quebec province, you are absolutely expected to understand or speak French. It reminded of Belgium’s Fleming and Walloon. Although I stayed with a Hilton hotel, an American franchise hotel chain, everyone introduced themselves in French and it seemed like they expected others to do the same. However, if you respond in English, they will switch to English too.

All TV channels, almost all of them, are in French. It took me a while to scroll through many channels to find ABC, CNN or anything that sounded a little American enough :). Also, you should have listened to my Google maps navigation lady trying to pronounce French roads: chemin, rue etc. I laughed so hard! But as soon as I entered Ontario, my lady would gain her momentum!

The pronunciation of this in English by my GPS was priceless !!

  • Quebec, Je me souviens

I remember!

Something that caught my attention and made me wonder its meaning was the Quebeckers vehicles license plates: the top said Quebec, obviously, but the bottom had the phrase “je me souviens” which means “I remember or I do not forget“.

It turns out that this is the official motto for the province of Quebec. Although its full significance isn’t known according to articles, but it can be paraphrased to past political memories (perhaps between French and English), ancient lineage and traditions, which is beyond the scope of my article’s intention. I was just curious when I saw that on all cars on the upper side of the Ottawa River.

One other thing I noticed a lot is that Canadians are openly vocal about their views of the current American politics. I am especially very uncomfortable expressing about my political opinions anywhere, live alone with strangers, and in another country.

Delicious meal prepared by friends from Rwanda who live in Quebec!

In the overall, I simply love the people there especially that I got to stay a few days and drove around this time. The city is beautiful, even during a bitter cold winter, people are very polite, strangers will go above and beyond to make you feel welcome, with great intention. At the hotel, restaurant, work, everyone was extremely nice to me. I joked to my friends that I was thinking of staying there for good :). I hope to visit in the summer though!

Tour D’Europe, In My Own Words!

In the warmth of the European summer in 2012, I was honored to be invited to my friend’s wedding in Croatia. I was very thrilled and looking forward to walking past the European airports ‘walls, at last. In the past, as I navigated between terminals to reach connecting flights at the London’s Heathrow or the Netherlands’ Amsterdam, I’d peek through the bus or airport terminal windows to gaze upon the city’s beauty. I wondered when I would be able to get out and wander in the streets of London but I was anxious to reach my destination at the same time.

On July 6th, we touched down in Milan, and were immediately waved onto two buses that would take us to customs. I have never seen more confusing signs than the Linate airport, Italy. As we stepped out, the driver signaled everyone in our bus to go left. I followed the crowd only to find myself before a sign that said “EU residents”. I quickly switched lanes to go to the “Non EU Residents” when a policeman rushed in my direction and harshly pointed me to go back. Exhausted and jet lagged, I gathered my courage to explain to him, in English, that I was not a European resident. Of course he understood none of the words coming out of my mouth, because it’s Italy, and who needs to speak more than Italian at an international airport! Unwillingly, I turned around and joined a very slowly moving line. The female Immigration Officer that checked our passports was the slowest I have ever seen.

After what seemed like eternity, it was my turn and I handed my passport to her. She didn’t seem to have a clue about the Schengen visa that was stamped in my passport and proceeded to asking me questions. In Italian! I signaled to her that I didn’t speak Italian; she kept talking and I grew silent. Then she called her supervisor and they chatted in Italian. A few minutes later, she comes back with my passport. I grabbed it as quickly as possible and disappeared to avoid the possibility of being asked further questions I couldn’t understand. I let out a sigh of relief and annoyed by the fact that this is the most touristic country I know, and yet, an Immigration Officer who speaks no other language besides Italian, at the airport. My friend on the other side began to worry about what might have happened to me because it has been more than an hour or so since I landed.

Duomo di Milano, Italy

Duomo di Milano, Italy

The very next day, my friend Honorine and I boarded a flight to Paris, and Geneva afterwards. I don’t really remember any questions asked in either of these two countries; perhaps because I understood their main language: French, of course! I enjoyed touring the city, visiting the Eiffel Tower, the United Nations Headquarters, the International Telecommunications Union HQ, riding in the Geneva Trams etc.

Paris, France

Different parts of Paris, France

Paris

Paris, France

Different parts of Geneva, Switzerland

Different parts of Geneva, Switzerland

Genève, Suisse

Geneve, Suisse

Fast forwarding to several days later, I set for Croatia, my main reason for this trip. On the way, my flight connection was in Berlin, German. I faced exactly the same issue: an officer who spoke only German and was yet to verify my visa to Croatia. Similarly, he talks to his supervisor before I am directed to the Security Check. Couple hours later, on a hot afternoon, I landed in Zagreb, the capital of Croatia. Lining up to show our passports, I silently prayed that someone will at least speak some English, so that I could be able to explain that I had applied for the Schengen visa through the Italian embassy. This time, I was more concerned with the process mainly because I was told that I could use the EU visa as Croatia was scheduled to enter the European Union the following year, 2013. I was very afraid that the customs might wonder where I got that information. To my surprise, they didn’t ask a single question, and with a smile, the immigration officer said: “Welcome to Croatia”. That was the beginning of my adventure in the most beautiful country I have ever seen.

My friend (the bride to-be) was running a little late picking me up. In the process of finding a pay phone and exchanging my cash into Croatian Kunas, I saw my friend’s fiancé, and we both walked to see my friend. It was great to see an amazing woman I met in school six years earlier, and haven’t seen in 3 years. Later that afternoon, she took me around to tour the city, run errands, chatting, exploring, talking and what not. However, every turn I made, I noticed at least one person staring at me. I checked my outfit to make sure I didn’t spill food on my clothes or have stains. Everything looked fine; a brown polka dot blouse and a light blue knee length jeans didn’t look any different from what other women around me were wearing. Children, older people, eyes on me everywhere I went.

Zagreb, Croatia

Zagreb, Croatia

Confused, and with million questions into my head, I decided that it might probably be a perfect time to figure out what was so different about me: not another single black person anywhere. None! Not in the super market, shopping center, ice cream shops, restaurants, nada. Only then, I came to a realization that many Croatians have possibly never seen a black person in their life time. I figured that this is probably the part of the globe where only white people live, almost exclusively. To this day, I wonder if my friend even noticed people looking at me or if I look different. Ms Z. is the most diverse and loving person I have ever met. To seal my anticipation, her parents are just like her: wonderful people. I have never liked the sound of my first name than when Ms. Z’s Dad called me. Their warm welcome overwhelmed me. I left a part of my heart in Croatia!

On the wedding day, the DJ was hired for the entire night. I am not a dancer by any means, but I was determined to make it up as I went for this special lady’s day. We danced until about 2am. When I took a break and sat outside to chat with other guests, two men and their wives approached to ask me about myself. They knew much more than I expected about my home country, Rwanda. In the end, they confessed that they have been talking behind my back, as I danced, saying that Beyonce had arrived in Croatia. I was not sure if I should say thank you or that’s nice. I gathered a smile and explained that it was just creativity, nothing of experience. And a “thank you” of course.

Zagreb, Croatia

Zagreb & Bjelovar, Croatia

During my days in Croatia, I am sure that I counted almost all black people in Zagreb and Bjelovar: a teenage boy and girl who looked like tourists at one restaurant, and one couple at the Zagreb airport on my way back to Milan. A little girl (about 5 years old) one seat over, looked at me without blinking for about two hours during my flight from Zagreb to Berlin, leaning forward because her mom was sitting between us. Her mom was super nice. She patted my hand when I was scared from the turbulence. She offered a hug, should I need to be comforted.

Without a doubt, I fell in love with this beautiful country, and its people. I hope to go back when I have more time. In the end, I had traveled to 4 countries, boarded 10 flights at 10 different airports in just 11 days. I doubt I would do it again. Next time, I will plan my trip better! My very first night back home, a cold finally caught up with me and I was down for two weeks! Nonetheless, it was quite an experience!