Weekend reading: Chesterson's The Flying Inn. An enjoyable trifle, valuable more for the incidentals of the lexis than the mythos of it. The λεγειν.
When among strangers and traditions that are strange, it's good to keep a handle on the fullness of the things you were thinking about beforehand. Otherwise, all of your own ideas become as one-dimensional as you (mistakenly) suppose the strange notions and traditions you encounter to be. We don't just know things. We ourselves have knowledge of things, and if the things get all flat and one-dimensional, so do we. We shouldn't admire our own complexity, but it's good to keep an eye on it so that it doesn't vanish completely.