The post-wedding festivities were just as nice as the former part of the trip. On Tuesday morning we gathered at my uncle and aunt's house to enjoy a huge and delicious brunch, look at the wedding pictures, and then send bride and groom off to the airpot on a sea of hugs and bubbles.
For rest of the day my family chatted with uncle, aunt, and cousin Michael, enjoying their home and getting a walking tour of the adorable town they live in. Francesville, Indiana has a railroad track running through it, a beautiful church (where my aunt pastors; their family lives in the parsonage next door), a drug store, a flower shop, a grocery, a post office, and not a single traffic light. The quiet streets were covered in snow and charm, and the people we met were so friendly as they went about their daily routine and welcomed us to their town.
Indiana left a very good impression on me, not just in the home of my family but everywhere we went- hotels, gas stations, and grocery stores alike. There is a reason why a section of America is called the heartland. When you go there it's like finding a warm, nourishing, and soft place that doesn't demand attention; it simply invites you in when you stop long enough to pay attention to it.
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A town with no traffic lights? Sounds heavenly! Glad you had fun!
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