Fortune Telling

This afternoon the children and I went with some neighbours to visit their relatives. It was a very interesting time. The children had a lot of fun in the garden on the swing and playing cards and made some new friends- one a very lovely 12 year old refugee girl who R clicked with.

I was taken into a room which had a shrine to a sheikh and a very strong smell of incense. The man of the house then proceeded to tell me my fortune from a religious book. It was weird and I didn't know what to do. I felt out of my depth and I don't think I did a good job of being salty. (He did though say that J would have great fortune because of me!) I need to think through how to have a better response next time (any ideas welcome!)