And thus began probably one of my favorite memories EVER. He doesn't speak French, just a little English, so that just makes for miscommunication and hilarity. Then it was raining so hard we couldn't see clearly out of the bus windows, so we saw a big building, yelled "STOP!" and hopped off the bus... but it wasn't the right foyer!! So we ran as fast as we could to shelter with Solomon yelling "WRONG ONE! WRONG ONE! SORRY! SORRY!" and Soeur Rhondeau and myself hardly being able to run because we're laughing so hard. So we stand under a little ledge laughing and drenched and waiting for the rain to let up. When it does a little, we walk to the right foyer and begin to search.
First we go to where Solomon thinks a lady from the Congo lives who matches Beverly's description. We ask in that part of the foyer, and in broken French (and lots of people yelling and chattering and discussing and thinking out loud in everything from Russian to Portuguese to who-even-knows-what) we communicate to them that we're looking for a lady from the Congo. Foyers are a little scary, but we have this big tall African guy following us around like a bodyguard and pep-talking us: "YOU CAN DO IT. YOU CAN DO IT. JUST WALK IN. WALK IN. ASK HER. ASK HER. NO, ASK HIM. HE'S BETTER. HE'S BETTER."
We ran ALL OVER that foyer. Asked EVERYONE and their dog. Then we started realizing that we were probably not being given very good directions: "No, there is no one from Africa here. Only Armenia, Russia, and the Congo." "Yes, the Congo. Exactly! Africa!" "No, no Africa. Just Armenia, Russia, and the Congo." hahaha I just love all these goodhearted people! Complete strangers who would come out of their homes and get so involved and determined to help us find this girl.