We were sitting on the steps of a convenience store in our spandex near Wanganui, New Zealand eating ice cream cones. We had been touring for a couple of weeks, but it seemed like everyday we were getting a downpour. A family of five (Mom, Dad, and three kids) drove up. They all went inside the store. On the way in the Dad asked us the typical questions: Where are you bicycling to? How far have you come?, etc. Of course, as soon as we opend our mouths they knew we were Americans. The Dad continued into the store. After a few minutes, the family came back out of the store. The Dad stopped to talk to us again and out of nowhere he says: Would you like to stay at our house tonight? We only live a few miles from here. Well...hopsitality like that doesn't come around everyday, so we said yes. When we arrive around dinner time, they already had the steaks on the barbeque, because they figured that's what American's would want. The story actually goes on and on, but here is the best part. We had planned to leave the next morning, but before we got out of bed (in a newly finished bedroom in their attic), the Dad comes upstairs with coffee and scones and says: Would you like to stay another day. We would like to show you the family farm (which his brother managed) and also have a family get together so you can meet the aunts and uncles....Yup, angels all the way.