Tea Time and Kricket Anyone?

Ok well yesterday, I didn' end up going to that flower garden thing because some church pasters and office people decided they wanted to talk to me about well, America, and especially American politics. Its amazing how the res of the world worries about the presidential elections. I had no idea how much who the president is actually affects the rest of the world. It seems as if the rest of the world is completly dependent upon the actions of American politics, well atleast third-word nations. Anyways, what a better way to discuss myself and America then over a hot cup of milk tea, especially when its freaking cold outside. I've never felt pompous in my whole life until that moment. We just sat there sipping tea and discussing the world. It definitly gives T.V. a run for its money. Around four they bid adue, and Laurence convinced me to play a little Kricket. Hey guess what I actually enjoyed the British sport! It was odd hitting a tennis ball with a flat wooden bat, but I wasn't half bad. The strange part was, was that there are no strikes! You keep batting until the pitcher either hits the home plate with the ball or someone catches one of the balls you hit. Sidenote: The home plate is set up vertically not lying on the ground like in baseball. What great fun, until one of the guys hit the ball too far and we spent like 10 minutes looking for it, but it was all good. Haha Sheila (the lady of the house) told me not to go buy shirts and jackets in town until Paster Yoganathan could go with me because she said they always raise the prices for tourists, and you need someone that knows how to barter with them in their local language:). Anyways, more and more adventures are always around the corner in a foreign country so there is no telling what might happen next! This trip is turning me into an adrenaline junkie!