Land of 1000 Hills and 1 Mzungu

So I've been in Rwanda for 10 days and I have to admit, I'm quite homesick. Everyone is very nice here and welcoming to me, but being the only non-African in my camp is very difficult. The language barrier is the main problem. Rwanda and the eastern Congo share a language called Kinyarwanda. Most of the refugees only speak this language. The majority of staff also speak French in addition to Kinyarwanda. Most of those that speak English pretty well spent some time in Uganda either before or during the genocide. There are about 6 or 7 people who work in the camp who speak English. I'm getting used to not understanding group conversations, but not being able to talk with most people other than to say, "Hi, How are you?" is getting tough. I spend my days at Gihembe surrounded by so many people but unable to speak with most which I'm finding a bit lonely. It also has big implications for my ability to contribute to the camp. I'm learning a little Kinyarwanda, but think that French is my best bet since many French words are similar to English and Spanish. Also, since I'm only going to be in Rwanda for three months, French is more diverse of a language than Kinyarwanda. My first French lesson is tomorrow with the husband of Chantal- the lady who does the cooking and cleaning in our house. He teaches English and French at a local school and when I spoke with him, his English seemed not too bad so I have hope.
It's Friday at 7pm and I'm looking at a weekend of solitude besides my French lesson tomorrow. As I mentioned before, my housemate, Maclean, drives to Uganda every weekend for a class that she's taking so she leaves on Friday afternoon and doesn't come back until Sunday evening. Although my Rwandan coworkers are friendly, we're not quite on the level of "what are we doing this weekend?" yet. The other expat ARC staff live in Kigali or at one of the other camps which are hours from here so it looks like this Mzungu will be on a silent retreat in Byumba for weekend. I know that I'm having a pity party, but I'm not used to being alone for days on end- I'm a very social person. I'm hoping that this aspect of Rwandan life gets a little easier for me.