First, we missed church due to some unfortunate communication/ alarm clock mishaps. Disappointed and hungry, we entered Spragues Maple Farms restaurant into the GPS and ventured to find breakfast. The drive through New York country was lovely, but much longer than I expected, and with the utter lack of rest-stops I began joking (entirely joking) about walking up to a random house to ask to use their bathroom. 20 minutes later, I actually did this. Bless my friend who got out of the car first to ask them for me, since I'm not sure I would have dared. I thanked the strangers kindly, wished them a Happy Easter, and we went on our way. We eventually found the restaurant, ate many pancakes, and discussed our passions and hopes for art and life and the world. We also simply enjoyed each other's company, lamenting that we are weeks away from graduation and thus separation, and wistfully planning artist reunions that likely won't happen.
But they might.
Festively, there were peeps on our pancakes, thoughtfully organized so the girls had pink peeps and the guys had blue. I appreciated the peeps. Reminded me of home. (Mom always buys us peeps).
On our way back to our car, these alluring objects (stones? chunks of glass?) were spotted in a stranger's truck bed.
This note, expressing my friend's "interest in the stone/objects in the back of the truck" was written and slipped through their slightly cracked window, in hopes that they will contact him and direct him to where he can find such treasures.
And this note was also written, since the first note fell down into a crevice in the car seat.
Thus, we had a splendidly strange morning; not exactly a traditional Easter, yet what better way to celebrate the life and hope we celebrate on this day than with a roadtrip and meaningful talk over pancakes with friends? Praise Him who loved us... and who created adventure!
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