I was sad to go. All weekend, at my house in Kigali, I watched a housemate transform mountains of whole cauliflower heads, eggplant, onions and sweet potatoes to peeled and chopped and diced ones. Then they were baked or sauteed or boiled. The warm sweet scent of onions permeated the house. I even paused from my work editing students' film proposals to take a teary break to chop red onions. Monday night, fifty people were scheduled to arrive for one of at least three Passover Seders in Kigali. Unfortunately, I could not be one of them. I teach on Tuesday at 8 AM, so I departed a house filled with mouthwatering smells, to board the bus back to Butare. Read about Josh Ruxin's Seder here.