Trip Update.

I apologize that the updates on the trip have been far and few between. It hasn't been easy here in england. I don't get on a computer as much as I need to, to do such things. Also, while England has been amazing to us, the adventures haven't been exactly things that I would write home about. It's been a lot of spending time with friends, going to pubs, and playing football. The people here have welcomed us with amazing hearts and it's been a lovely time, just not easy to write about. Towards the latter half of our time here there should be more to write about. As I will have left my job, have gone to Ireland, likely have backpacked through London for a week or so, and visited family whom I have never met. Could be news worthy. Let's hope.
So a little bit of an update on the trip status itself. Most of the plans have stayed in place to this point. There is one large change however. We have decided to make a detour to Iceland. In all honesty we made this decision strictly based on what we saw in Sigur Ros new film, "Heima". Yup. Rash? Yes. Necessary. Even more so.
On my job.
I work for the Uni. of Southampton in a cafe. I am basically the chefs right hand man. I spend most of my days just doing random little tasks for him such as cutting veg, and cleaning up after him. I spend a little time doing some dishes. That about it. Not exciting, but it's paying bills quite nicely.
I can't wait to be under the hot Indian sun.
I must run to work now, I'm pretty sure I won't make it on time thanks to feeling compelled to write SOMETHING here.
Anyways I pray that you are all alive and well and that you understand the blessings that God has placed in your life. Oh, and for world peace.

Mike.

P.S. See Heima. Now.

(Rant) Pardon me

but does anyone else just not care about celebrities? I have to listen to British Radio 1 all day long at work Monday to Friday. Mixed amongst a little music all they do is talk about different celebs. The have on the hour updates, breaking news, and even a segment each evening devoted to Britney Spears. I sometimes throw up a little in my mouth. I'd rather be kicked in the throat than hear another word about Britney.

Ok, I'm done.

The scene:

Church on a Sunday evening service downtown Southampton.
Families, the young, the old. Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters.
And the homeless.
They are scattered throughout the congregation.
I spot one across from me that I had spoken to 10 minutes earlier. His breath had reeked of whiskey and cigarettes. Sat down, he is too drunk to stand. Then worship starts and he raises his hands, and his voice. Everyone around him does the same. One woman puts her hand on his shoulder, raises the other and sings. I felt church in that.

Bangers

and mash. Curry. Fish and Chips. Deep fried mars bars.
My Body hates me.

allo mates.

Sorry about the delay on my first overseas entry, its long overdue. I hope the two of you that have read my stuff before haven't already given up on me. I promise I'll try harder. Promise.
So I have lived in England for a week, and it has been quite honestly amazing. The first few days I had a mad case of jet lag, and I spent most of my time walking around in a haze, or napping randomly. I napped a lot. I arrived on the 27th of December so I had about a day and half before Adam arrived from Toronto. I spent most of my time alone either scouring through Southampton city center eating deliciously British sausage roles, or napping.
May I digress. The English Country side is beautiful. So quaint and green, and quiet. There are roaming horses and cows and boars and other animals everywhere. They seem to be completely unaware that there are cars and people and other animals. They just stand there. On the road. On lawns, In fields, Wherever.
English football is fantastic. Particularly the Pint and a Pie that you get before the game.
There is a lot of Indian food, and its delicious. I have never eaten so much Indian. No complaints.
The people here have been so hospitable and accommodating and friendly, more so than I would have ever expected. The Boni's have been ever so gracious to offer us their house, but have also completely served us both tangibly and intangibly. They are very fruitful people who love to share with others. Their servant attitude has been eye-opening.
We have been completely welcomed by seemingly everyone that me meet. No one seems bothered to stop and chat or even hand out their phone number in case of need. Needless to say these people have made our transition easy and enjoyable.
We are attending a church that lays in the center of town, it is beautiful and filled with passionate people. There is a cafe that is held once a week for homeless people that Adam and I will be serving at. I can't wait.
Really this post is ridiculous. There is no real body and no resolve. No story. Just ramblings. Me pointing out obvious character traits of English society. I'll try better next time. Sorry.