I wandered through tidy rows of farm-grown goods, stopped to chat a bit with this Indian man (yes, I really did, just in case you're wondering), admired a basketful of hickory nuts (since I've read about them in Farmer Boy for as long as I can remember!) and held relics of a bygone era in my hand, wishing I had the weight allowance to bring them back to Europe.
She's got a bit more sense than I have, sadly for me. "And for whom, pray, would you translate, mom? The cows?"
The barn red and stark white appealed to me like no other colors I've ever seen ... well, except for green that is, which is my favorite color in the world. This building is vacant, but just look at the sweet little curtains! I hopped back in the truck exclaiming to my daughter..."We could buy this little dive and I could open my translating business here in the US!"
We drove away with empty hands and a reality much more prominent in my mind. But if by chance the day comes that you pass by this podunk town, somewhere west of Rockford and east of Galena, you may just see me sitting in that adirondack chair with a laptop in my hands and a look of utter contentment on my face. Do stop and sit a spell!