Home is where the heart is. A piece of mine is now in Mentone, Alabama.
The Mentone Springs Hotel has a heart of its own and it beats stronger with the more poeple that call it home for a night or two. The personality of the house shines bigger and brighter as the night grows older and the guests open up.
The past two days have been a magical reversal of fortune. I was run through the ringer a few days before and the instant I hit Alabama, everything came together again. I have spent the last two nights at the Mentone Springs Motel making new friends, eating good food and enjoying all the things that this awesome little town has to offer.
With a population of 370, you may think that you’d get bored quick in a place the size of Mentone. There are probably a lot of 370 person towns scattered across the U.S. that you would find yourself bored in, real fast. That hasn’t happened once here.
Yesterday was the 40th day of my trek. Unlike the hellish rainfall and destruction that occurred in biblical stories, I have remained on dry land, for the most part. I’ve had my ups and downs, but we all do. That’s just part of life.
