Something magical has happened today, we’re staying on the ground of a school you have to be part of the third richest family in Africa to attend. And it is only a high school. It is beautiful. The school’s art teachers, Mr Flowers and Ms Higby, have kindly invited us to share their farmhouse just outside Mercersburg Academy for the night.
Being shown around the campus was like seeing through a curtain I didn’t even know was there. I thought I had seen American wealth, the colleges, the ginormous homes, but this is next level. This kind of wealth is like being backstage backstage, you got to know a lot of people to get there. I know my place here, I’m just visiting.
Other stuff happened today: we rode our first century of the trip, into a strong headwind, up and down some large hills, with the temperature reaching historical record highs for this time of year. Boring.
This is a beautiful part of the country. We spent the day being stalked by the Appalachian mountains which we have to find a way into over the next few days. The mountains mock me with their size.