The Way Cool Cafe

On the way home from Prescott we decided to take the road that I used to travel every weekend for two years. Partly out of curiosity and partly so I could say, "I told you my way was faster." Hubby and I always engage in friendly little wagers while traveling down the highways of life and
I usually win...ha! ha!

We pulled into a small town and I saw this cute little shop with all the fun signage. Just then hubby exclaims, "did you see that place? Let's turn around and get something to drink." I'm thinking to myself that after 14 1/2 years of marriage hubby is finally figuring out where I like to stop. He pulls into the driveway between this darling shop and an old beat up derelict store, gets out of the truck and heads in the direction of, you guessed it, the derelict store. Can you imagine my horror at the thought of missing out on this little gem of an establishment plopped in the middle of now where? Let me tell you, I was horrified!!! What was even more horrifying is that it was closed.

Doesn't this little red door look inviting? Who wouldn't want to pass through it to see what wonders wait on the other side?

And the enchanting stone wall with all the creeping vines and painted window awning. How I longed to peak into the narrow window and glimpse what lay beyond.

Or to relax in the shade on a hot summer day while sipping iced cappuccino and conversing with the store owners...two unforgettable women!

With the darling signs outside I could only wonder at the signs that were hidden from view.

Except for that dreadful sign that deprived me of this fun little diversion on an otherwise drab stretch of highway...
CLOSED resonated in my ears.

And were it not for the fact that we traveled this highway on the wrong day I could have met these two unforgettable women for myself. Who knows, we may have become life long friends. They did have an Airstream in the backyard...something I've been dreaming about for a few years.
So the next time we head back up to Prescott we'll take this road, but not on a Sunday.
And in case you're wondering if my way was quicker, it was, by about an hour and the little town this cafe was in is called Wendon, which is just beyond Hope. No really! The next town is named Hope Arizona and as you're leaving town there's a sign that reads, "You are now beyond Hope." We thought it was pretty clever and funny all at the same time :).