Going to Grandma's House (or the village)

A few weeks ago, I really wished I had been one of those children who LOVED attention. A friend was going to a wedding, and asked if I wanted to come. I decided it was a great opportunity to make friends, so I quickly agreed. After a bumpy ride through dunes in a lenge-lenge (a big truck with an open back where everyone crowds in) which left four hours later than scheduled, I arrived in a village 20 kilometers from where we live. Next came 2 1/2 days only communicating in the local language from sun-up (5:30 am) to midnight. The attention was not only on the four brides and four grooms to be married but also very much so on this foreign woman speaking their language. They asked lots of questions and then began talking about me thinking I didn't understand. I heard things like "She doesn't know any Manga" to "She knows everything in Manga" to "In the U.S. they get married when they are 25 or 30 sometimes?? If you wait that long there are no men left and you're too old to catch their eye! Kanjiallai!" (their expression of surprise which I heard over 20 times in one hour).
The highlight was one evening hearing my friend retell to her sister the story of creation which she had heard from our mp3 player a few months back. And the next day I was taken to a sick little boy and was able to pray for healing for him in front of the village leaders. May God open doors here!