2. If something sparkly catches your eye in a town named Dickeyville, it is entirely good and proper to swerve off the road and jam your car into a parking spot and force the entire car to stop singing good songs and enter the cold air. This is mainly because you will see this:
AKA, the Dickeyville Grotto. A complete wonder of a structure made entirely out of cement, broken glass, seashells, and what appear to be disembodied action figures. It's attached to and run by a Catholic church. Our friend Dylan said, "It looks too fun to be Catholic." Jess: "Yeah, like Santeria gone wrong in the Midwest." Me: "It is so, so, so, SOOOO beautiful! Can you take a picture of me by the antlers embedded in a conch shell?"
3. Madison, it turns out, is the state capitol! Public school did me good.
4. When the farm dog kills a weasel while everyone is making s'mores over the bonfire, the sounds emitted from dog and weasel sound a lot like zombies. Or, rather, a treed zombie.
5. People in the middle of nowhere that stay on lovely farms are happier, calmer, and delightful. People who do not seem like they would be good farm wives--namely, me--suddenly get the urge to bust out full on farm breakfasts (wrassel up a pound of bacon, eggs, pancakes, french toast, banana bread? No problem!) MULTIPLE DAYS IN A ROW. This urge is hard to quench when cooking in an adorable former one room schoolhouse with a kitchen like this:
And sleeping arrangements in a loft like this:
Upon walking into the schoolhouse Dylan said, voice filled with awe and tenderness, "I want to live here. I want to write over there [points at the desk underneath a skylight] and live here and raise a family here." Charming does not even begin to do the place justice.
6. When you gather dear friends together for the dearest of friend's birthdays, nothing short of magic happens. The skies clear, stars look bigger and more possible, red velvet cake seems like the only form of valid nutrition, and laughter goes on for days. I fully and deeply
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