Well, as you know we didn't leave early because Brian got better but not very quickly. So we decided not to press the issue. We would stay until our scheduled flight and enjoy our time in DRC.
Enjoy! Did you read that right??? Oh yes, if you read my blog posts last year about this time I was lamenting the horrors of my stay in Congo. I was homesick, my kids at home were freaking out, my babies in Congo were both sick only sleeping 10 minutes a night. I was exhausted and angry and sad. I was not having fun.
But there is something wonderful about knowing that you can leave, your adoption is totally complete, that puts you on cloud nine. We had that stress hanging over us literally until the ride to the airport last year. So here it was Wednesday and I was done with the stressful part (or so I thought, more on that later).
I really liked the place that we stayed. Although it had no hot water and sporadic internet service, it was very clean (no ants or other creepy crawlies) and felt very safe. The rooms were big enough, the king size bed not too hard (the pillows however, were like cement blocks). There was a bar downstairs, which was not so much a bar as a commons area with the perk of selling beer. There was a garden out back with huge trees to sit under (including an actual durian tree) and chapel out front that gave us a beautiful view from the balcony near our room. The food was undeniably icky (a few days before we got there they served caterpillars), but we only ate 2 meals there and then stuck to our noodle soups, granola bars, and Twizzlers.
|Please excuse the very bizarre expression on my face! My shock at seeing durian.|
Saturday morning we did our packing and said our goodbyes. Mama J, our foster mother, came over for one more goodbye with the girls and I was thrilled that at the end of the visit Louise reached her little arms out for me and cuddled right into my neck. Just 5 days together and these girls were really mine.
We headed to the airport, which in my opinion is the very worst part of the whole adoption process. It took forever, but we made it through and made it home. If you are getting ready for this process yourself, by sure you are completely prepared for the airport. It is intimidating and sometimes sort of scary. It is hard to maneuver, there is no airconditioning, your children will start to freak out and everyone will stare. I guess it's like that one last really painful push of labor! Be ready!
I only cried 3 times on this trip. I'm a crier so that was some feat. Once was when I first held my girls. Once was the night we skyped with Manny and JoJo. It is so hard being away from your kids. And once was as I said goodbye to Britta, another wonderful mom we met on the trip. I've met some very special people through our adoptions and she was definitely one of them.
That brings us to the plane ride home. I do not recommend traveling for 34 hours straight with two babies. Unavoidable, but I do not recommend it. Needless to say it was good to be home.
But Kinshasa was fun. I'd do it again!