Arthur Illinois

When we told people we were staying in Arthur they said "I didn't know there was anywhere to stay in Arthur."

I can't remember the last time we stayed somewhere that had a metal key. We kept that room locked up tight, you never know there might be a crime wave in Arthur Illinois.

The other funny thing about the motel was the towels were threadbare. The kind of towels you would use for rags at home. We were the only guest. When I asked the lady if we could stay an extra hour after check out time she sighed a huge sigh and finally said "yes." Seriously, it's not like they had to turn our room over for all the people waiting. It was a decent place. It was clean and you could walk to Yoder's for lunch. There was a coffee shop with really great breakfast sandwiches close by. There was wi fi and cable television.

There was a certain degree of nostalgia because I don't know that we will ever go to Lovington or Arthur again now that Sharon is gone.

Amish, Amish everywhere.

That's a serious chicken coop

We checked how many horse and buggies were outside a restaurant before we went in. (Not that there are a lot of choices in Arthur but we wanted to eat somewhere besides Yoder's for breakfast, lunch and dinner.) Apparently the Amish are not connoisseurs of Mexican food. We went to the only Mexican restaurant in town. There were a half a dozen buggies outside and a room full of Amish inside, we had high expectations. The food was not great. Alika told the waiter the food she ordered was not what they gave her and he said "that's how we make it here." Alika thought that was funny. "Yes, it may be an omelet but that's how we make pizza here." The humor factor outweighed the fact that what we were served was nothing like any other Mexican restaurant would serve. Basically everything you ordered was a taco regardless of what the menu said.

Hm, lot of horse poo.

There were lots of cute Amish pictures I would have taken except Amish don't like their picture taken. There was a school of Amish children walking down the street, Amish working in their fields and an Amish woman and her children standing next to a bicycle with her skirt and cap ties blowing in the wind. Alas, I had to be content with picture of horse and buggies.

Hanging out in the motel room. When I told Sean we were going on an airplane he asked "are we going to England?" That kid really wants to go to England.

 

I have a brother named Arthur so the State Bank of Arthur warranted a picture.