I went to church in the morning, went home and slept for an hour, spent a while packing, then went into town to finish off my shopping. Funnily enough, I bumped into the the guys who tried to steal my purse. I went up to them and said hello and made sure they were OK, and we were all very civil. Even the pickpockets in Rwanda are friendly. It's such a nice place to live.
This evening I finished up my packing. Everything is either in my suitcase to go to SA or in boxes. I don't know how I managed to get everything here in two suitcases.
Then I watched Marie Tuile. I was so sure she was going to get back together with Juan Miguel. They had found the baby and everything going so well, until, because of her stubborn pride, she rejected him, they fought, she ran away from him into the street, and was hit by a car. The good thing is I know that when I go back in January, the plot won't have changed that much. Every episode is so packed full of dramatic pauses, monologues and colourful facial expressions that there's little time for much action. Sure, she'll be in a few accidents, Juan Miguel will get married a few times, and something will happen to the baby, but they'll all be fine in the end. It's a comfort to me.
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