Living in an Amish paradise

So, was it Gettysburg or Hershey's world of chocolate? As educated, erudite educationalists, there was really only one choice:

We did look at going to Gettysburg, but we couldn't find the address.

After a confectionery filled morning we began the drive home, and along the way we made a diversion that took us into the heart of Amish country. After taking out some money at a bank that had posts in the car park to tie up your horses (and enough horse shit to prove that the facilities were used on a regular basis - I guess some of the Amish must be stinking rich), we had lunch in the quaintly named town of Bird-in-Hand; this was going to be our last stop in Pennsylvania, but about half an hour later we found ourselves in the middle of Intercourse and we simply had to pull over...

Got you! But really, who calls their town 'Intercourse'? Joking aside, our little dip into Amish culture was an interesting experience; we were surprised to see that a number of the Amish lived in houses adorned with satellite dishes, and we were left wondering whether the folks of Bird-in-Hand and Intercourse placed more emphasis on the 'ish' rather than the 'Am'.

Eight hours later we were home, and although we've had a quiet week since, we have a few more adventures lined up for next week, but that's another story...