6/21 - Let's go fly a kite

NB - Despite what you may think from the title, there will be no kites appearing in this post. Sorry. It just seemed to be the best way to describe the day.

What I did:

I got up and had some breakfast then jumped in a bath (the first actual bath that I have had in a very long time). Then Jack and I tagged along on some shopping that Matt and Rachel had to do. It was actually pretty fun, we went to a camping store so it was interesting to see what was similar and different from camping gear in the States. It also reminded me a lot of my trip to Ireland in 06 because then, every time we would go into Dublin with some of the Irish scouts we would have to stop by the scout shop and look around. I did that so many times with different groups of people and I knew that store very well. Maybe that can be my new thing whenever I travel – make sure to check out the camping store.

Anyway, as I have said several times it was just good to be around other people. Then we came back and made some sandwiches, grabbed George, a Frisbee and a football and headed to the park for a little picnic and relaxing time. It was the same park I went to yesterday, but a different part of it. I had a nice PB&J and got to show off a little bit in Frisbee (finally a sport I can play). We threw around the American football some too and then just sat and chilled for a while.

Church started at 3, so we left and headed that way. Matt and Rachel are involved in a church that is part of a group of churches called Crowded House. We met in someone’s home (and it really was a crowded house) and had some worship time of singing, praying, sharing what is going on in each other’s lives, discussion based on the story of the life of Moses and what God did for His people during that time, so interactive response to that, a bit more singing and praying, and a shared dinner. I met lots more great people and it was wonderful time of connecting with God and other people.

After that, we went out for a walk out in the countryside. We drove out a ways and found a nice little path up to some small cliffs. It was really beautiful. There were sheep all over the place and the sun was setting on the valley. We walked up to the top of the cliffs and found a guy from the church that had left to go straight there to do some climbing with some friends. We sat and talked with them and each other some then headed back down. I took my camera, but my battery died after a couple of photos. Even though I brought an extra battery and a charger, it had to happen at one of the most scenic places I have been to yet. Oh well, I guess that is what eyes and memory are for.

We left and went back into town and met up with Matt and a friend from church, but pretty quickly headed back home.

What I learned:

Being over here may make it seem like I am slightly better at American football because of everyone else’s lack of experience with it, but it really takes a lot more than that to cover up how poor I am at it.

Young sheep look like human babies to human mothers.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are very uncommon here and often not liked. What a shame.

Pickle does not mean the same thing in both countries. And UK pickle is much better in my opinion than US pickle.

B&Q stands for something like Barry and Quinton and is the Home Depot of the UK. Lol.

If a picture's worth a thousand words, then why does looking at or experiencing something that could never be captured in a photo (at least by me) only leave me speechless?