Farming Country

On our way to Hollywood, we stopped in two all-American farming towns. Fresno and Bakersfield. We ate lunch in Fresno, where everything was nice enough. The people were fine and the diner was almost clean, but everything seemed to lack a certain energy.

Then we drove on to Bakersfield where we found the cheapest (possibly not the smartest move) motel that we could. Again it was nice enough. It has a lumpy bed, a functioning toilet and over 100 television channels. The people here were a little more down trodden though. From the women at reception who put out the donuts for breakfast, to our neighbour who stood outside the front of his room smoking non-stop.

I can't say that this was in anyway the nicest, best or friendliest place we've stayed, but I'm really glad that we did. There are a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest is really reminding me of all that Adie and I have. Family, friends, a beautiful home and good jobs with interesting people.