I had haggis with Scots on Wednesday night. On Thursday night I played musical chairs and limboed with Chinese students (and Arabs and Europeans and Africans.) Friday I had coffee with an American friend who is married to a Cypriot. Friday night I attended the ecumenical prayer service at the Catholic church and sat next to a German acquaintance (and spoke German) and ran into my French friend and a lot of British people I know.
I rushed home to host an African Cup of Nations football party and game night. I played Apples to Apples with Latvians, Zimbabweans, Americans and an Iranian. (On a side note we mixed together our regular and Bible sets. The greatest play was “God the Father” for “Cosmopolitan.”) Saturday I took the kids to play football at the UN. I chatted about table tennis with a South African and talked about French hip-hop, among other things, with our kids’ coach who is French. (He agreed to translate “Ghetto Millionaire” for me.) Then it was home to get ready for the next ACN party. Chris said it was like we were in college again, cleaning up from the previous night’s party to be ready for that night’s party. I was excited because our Zambian friend was coming over to watch the Zambia v. Cameroon game. We also had five others return from the previous night plus added a couple more Zimbabweans. Unfortunately, the outcome of the game wasn’t what we would have liked. Zambia lost 1-5. The good news is, we know a lot of Cameroonians also. Then, this morning was church. I’m always awed when I’m singing “How Great Thou Art” with people from almost every continent.