“No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
I like the fact that I can't explain my life, or the reasons behind my plans.
It's true. There is a spark of beauty in a spontaneous adventure.
Like today.
Okay, so it wasn't one of those finding-hidden-treasure-and-saving-the-damsel-in-distress type of adventures. But, it was one of those we-are-here-anyway-so-lets-find-something-to-do kind of adventures.
Surprise: I've actually found a good breakfast spot here in Harrisonburg. I'll admit, I painfully miss the comfort food breakfast of OVD and Jimmy's. And, I am kind of critical to any other breakfast places I eat at. But, the Little Grill Collective gets two thumbs up from me. And if I could give it three thumbs, I would. Heck, I would give it four if that was anatomically possible.
Their pancake flavor of the month was Spiced Chai. Excuse me? I about died, because on of my favorite hot drinks is Chai Tea, so of course I had to have the chai pancakes. But not only was my favorite drink reincarnated into a breakfast platter, but I got a side of home fries too. When I ordered, the waitress asked if I wanted "regular" or "hot."
I let her chose for me, and she chose hot. And, boy, was in for a surprise. They were Old Bay potatoes! I'm not really sure why that is classified as "hot," but whatever. I was still giddy as a four year old, because I'm mildly obsessed with anything Old Bay related. Needless to say, Emily and I thoroughly enjoyed our Little Grill Collective date this morning.
From there, I was supposed to go apple picking. But, we drove thirty minutes to Broadway, VA only to find that the self-pick season had ceased for the year. So, we turned an apple-picking day into randomly wandering through an unknown town day.
We wondered through a craft store, and I seriously contemplated purchasing a gold fish. But, I rethought that and deemed it as an impulse purchase.
But, we went Yesteryear. It was this classic little country shop owned and operated by the nicest lady. I can't recall her name. But I do know she has two kids, who both did Young Life. She is the director, president, and treasurer of the local hometown partnership. And she thought Lauren, Ginger, Rachel and I were seniors in High School. She showed us around the store, explaining where each piece being sold was created. I decided to purchase a mug. It's made by a local potter, and I had to buy it. The poor thing has a large crack down the side and it was screaming for a home. It's character outweighed it's functionality, so it was necessary to buy.
Do you see the cute little crack my mug has? I think it's cute.
Our new friend handed me a tourism guide of Broadway--a publication guide that she had made. And she told us about all of the other stores around main street. We looked it over and chose Plan B.
Plan B is another new favorite find of mine. It was quite a charismatic little coffee shop. Their mugs were made from the same potter that had made the mug I purchased only seconds before. They had a fire place in the corner that made it smell like a campfire.
There were only two people working. One of them was the one of two owners, Lisa. Of course, I ordered a Chai Tea Latte. My new friend Lisa told me about their chai: looseleaf, all natural, and unsweetened.
It. Was. Delicious. Lisa even suggested some honey for it, so I agreed. She was right.
Honey was the icing on the cake.
We sat and chatted for at least a half hour until we decided it was time head home.
I like little adventures. And buying cool misfit mugs. And meeting new people.
I like little adventures that I can't explain.
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