We got caught in a thunderstorm on the way home from Lancaster and spent an hour crawling or fully stopped on the Schuylkill Expressway. Though I was antsy to get home, it was oddly beautiful.
Anyone need a vintage fondue pot? If so, I recommend paying a visit to the thrift shop in New Holland, PA that is not the Reuzit Shop (sadly, I cannot remember the name. We went to a lot of thrift stores this trip). They were $5 a piece.
Shady Maple. It’s a gigantic smorgasbord, with steam table after steam table full of classics like mashed potatoes, house-smoked sausages and shreds of tender pot roast. I feel a little bit like an ugly American when I go there, but not enough to stay away. We went twice this trip, once for breakfast and once for dinner.
Lancaster’s Book Worm Frolic. Tables upon tables full of cheap, used books. Our shared idea of heaven. I really did marry the right man.
Gettysburg was so much more than I anticipated. I’ve never been much of a Civil War buff, but this made it more real and heart-wrenching that I’ve ever understood it to be.
Lancaster City’s Central Market. It never fails to charm me.
Wheatland, President Buchanan’s home. I never knew he was from Pennsylvania until Scott started researching things to do on this trip.
The Cork Factory Hotel. Seriously comfortable beds. A good place to start a vacation.
First night of vacation. After a day of teaching classes, hustling to get out of town and finally getting to our hotel, all I had energy to photograph was this wacky bar of soap in the hotel bathroom.
A peanut butter pie for Mikey and Jennie.