Walking Where Lincoln Walked

On our way to St. Louis this week, we stopped off in Springfield, IL, the home of Abraham Lincoln. We saw a few of the historical sites, and had a delicious lunch--in the hospital cafeteria. Mostly because it was right next door to the museum, but also because we are lame. We didn't want to waste our energy walking all over to find food (which really was right down the street--we passed it later), and since we parked by the hospital, I figured they would have food inside. They did. And I had a really, truly delicious black bean and corn quesadilla. We joked and told the girls that we were going to write a book about hospital cafeteria food and that those were the only places we were going to eat on the whole trip. Cinderella said we were embarrassing. She does have some evidence of this. Look at this picture:I mean, what in the world is King doing in that picture? It is a little embarrassing, but minding our own business eating in a lovely (and cool, old, charming) cafeteria is totally normal.

So, anyway, Springfield and Lincoln. We liked it. We saw some cool things. I liked his house and learning about him renting his family pew at the church. The decor in their home was wild. Carpets and wallpapers and curtains all different, bold patterns that did not seem to match or blend. The pictures don't really do them justice. It would have driven me crazy, but that was the style then. There was one room I could have spent a few hours in without going crazy. That was the nanny/maid's room(appropriate, right?), plain and simple, but very tiny. We also visited the Lincoln Tomb. It was a nice monument.And, why is Lincoln's nose all shiny? Because all the hoodlums who come see the monument have to touch Lincoln's nose for good luck.Yes, those hoodlums belong to me. Talk about embarrassing. I mean, who would take pictures of that? And admit it? Yep, Cinderella should totally be concerned. She's doomed to live a teenagehood of embarrassment.