|Loved this sign in a Mennonite shop|
|3 Amish men with a chain saw and one precariously placed ladder|
|Working, authentic, Amish farm|
|Gate to an Amish cemetery established in the 1700s|
|Insert your own joke here|
As mentioned in my last post, I drove up to Pennsylvania for a singles "ski" trip this weekend. The skiing is quite optional. There were about 40-50 singles there, with odds of 5 girls to every 1 guy. I looked around the room at one point, and saw 5 -6 girls and one guy at each table. Downright laughable.
I saw a few old familiar faces, and made a few new friends as well. On Saturday I joined a few of the new friends for a trip to Lancaster County (for you non-Easterners, that is pronounced "LANK-uh-ster."), better known as Amish Country. I had never been there before, and I really enjoyed it. I'd love to go back someday with just one or two friends (or just my sister Nats) and have a leisurely day there.
We learned about the differences between Mennonites and the Amish, which was informative and helpful. Here in Roanoke we see Mennonites on occasion, as there are a few offshoots of them nearby. We heard a few Amish accents, took a buggy ride (with a very amusing tour guide), and discovered the joys of shoo-fly pie. Unrelated, I have a new favorite food!
It was a great weekend, and I am glad I got up the guts, money, time, and energy to go. My little break from reality really helped lift my spirits and, well, it was just fun! I haven't had FUN in a really long time. I can't begin to tell you how much it meant to me to feel happy, free, and fun again. So glad I did it!