Thursday, November 8, 2012

a little town called Jerome

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Rockin' children's volunteers caring for our kids one afternoon combined with our dear friends and their car meant we made a quick escape to explore a small town near where we were staying.  It was a small little old school mining town turned hippie 'artsy' town on top of a hill (a real hill, not the pathetic bumps we call hills in Illinois). We had a blast walking, exploring, and sharing stories.  And I was a happy girl because I could snap photographs along the way (it is amazing what you can do without a toddler on your hip).
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I love hippies.  In fact I was so inspired I changed out my tiny nose gem (ok, ok, I lost it) for a real ring.  I am pretty sure I am not cool enough to pull it off but for now it remains. I'm such a dork.
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plus, there was "artsy" weird stuff everywhere and we loved it. I found this 'Jesus of the bath tub' gem.
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We also made sure to find a local coffee dive and enjoy our conversation and caffeine buzz while looking at mountains (and do some irresistible people watching)
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We love these folks. Coffee and chatter with friends who understand the inconvience and challenges (our favorite was a  border crossing that nearly resulted in jail time because our friend did the limbo) as well as the rich blessings and amazing opportunities living overseas allows. Makes our weird seem a bit more normal!
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A great escape with fellow nomads in a funky little town.
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1 comments:

Naomi said...

Oh, wish you all lived just a little closer!! Such a great time we had with you....