This is the part of the trip where I am cautiously optimistic. We literally drove about 150 miles and there was NOTHING. Just farm land. A few cows. I thought I saw some sheep, too, but that could have been an illusion because I was so dizzy with hunger when we got here. We didn’t roll into town until 8:45pm, only to find that all stores and restaurants were closed. Except for Pizza Hut. No self-respecting New Yorker eats Pizza Hut. Ever. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I opted for a non-sauce type of pizza, one they had with veggies and bacon. Fresh spinach on top. It was the safest choice. And I went small, with a personal pan pizza. If I don’t write tomorrow, you know what happened to me.
All kidding aside, it was the local hot spot. There were several people there enjoying a night out. A night out at Pizza Hut. The cashier was lovely, as all people have been along our trail. When the order was ready, a man handed me the two small boxes. I asked, “Can I please have a bag? I have other things I’ll be carrying with it, just makes life easier.” He stared at me for a moment, then walked away. He returned a few seconds later with a brown paper bag, and said, “I even got you a sack with handles.” Sack=bag in Nebraska. Got it.
Tomorrow we head to Iowa where I am scouting out a Laura Ingalls Wilder homestead. I was obsessed with that show, and the irony is that when I taught in a class with so many kids with so many different needs, it was like a one-room school house!
PS I haven’t worn makeup or dried my hair with a hairdryer in 14 days. I also lost a few pounds, despite eating at restaurants, because all I do is drink water and walk the dog!