American Sunday

We slept well in the enormous bed, but still woke before the alarm. Breakfast was to be at Robert's friends, so we picked it up on the way in from Hardees.  Then drove to the first place the 'Never Lost' GPS didn't know - Robert's friend's house, they have been there for five years.
We ate breakfast then drove to their church, quite a distance away.  The North Glencoe Baptist Church was on Christmas break.  The third choice preacher was on duty, he is normally the High School Pastor, and responsible for media, the band was even more up to date thsn usual. The sermon was well constructed, but was really three sermons in one. He was preaching on Habakka - Habakkuk to the rest of us. His constant mispronounciation began to grate a little, so much so that Karen looked up how to say the word - have-a-KOOK.

Back at the house our host had prepared Hawain Stack, a base of rice topped with chichen in a sauce and various salad itens (including pineaple) placed on top. It is a family recipe, and very good.

Having eaten we decided to go for a walk, so we drove to the local park. The park has a tarmac trail (path) to follow around the trees. It is used by all sorts of people, mostly though it is set out for a game. There are things that look a little like rubbish bins, but their sides are made of chains, a little way away, through the trees is a concrete platform, you stand on the platform and throw a frisby into the 'bin'. You are prevented from doing this by the trees in the way, so will need another try from within one pace of where your frisby lands. That, of course is too simple, so there are different types of frisby, to produce distance, curves, and accuracy. We watched someone practicing. We walked around the trail twice, once in each direction, then said good bye to our hosts and headed back to Auburn. The first stop was foe fuel. Normally I have to pre-pay for my fuel because I don't have a ZIP code but here the man in charge unlocked the pump and Iwas able to pay in the usual way. He was from Bahrain and was studying in the USA. He said he was not expecting the situation in his country to improve, so would not be able to go home. The drive home was the hardest I have done. American drivers drive on main beam too much and drive too close to the car in front. For miles I could feel my face lit up from the reflection of headlights in the wing mirrors. Its a problem I have to deal with at home too, but very rarely for so long. I arrived home exhausted.

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