Last year I had to go to the US because my mother had been taken seriously ill. She subsequently died. Just before I was due to fly back to England, my sister suggested that we visit my nephews' restaurant in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Off we went. We thought we knew where we were going but in the US road signs are far and few between - but we had a rough idea of where it was. After all there couldn't be that many restaurants in the Lancaster ?
It was a beautiful day and we were more than happy to drive in a Thelma and Louise style - top down in a red mustang convertible.
As we were driving down this one road it became apparent we were lost - no signs, no nothing really. And this went on for what seemed to be miles and miles. But it was a beautiful day and we weren't in a hurry.
There we were driving down this road when we came across an Amish girl (about 10) with her two younger brothers. My sister said to ask her. So I pulled over and asked this little girl directions to Lancaster - my sister replied, not her . . . HER point to her mother who was hidden by the blackberry bush,
That was the start. Come back tommorrow for tnext installement.
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