My Amish adventure

‘’I know you don’t know that much about me, but I live in Pennsylvania, and have a very Amish lifestyle. It could be so nice if you would come visit me here in Pennsylvania. I mean, wouldn’t it be nice, to live like an Amish? Just for some days? And just to try it? You are so welcome in my house.’’ He wrote.

I couldn’t believe it. A real letter, with a stamp and everything. The consignor said ‘uncle David Johansson’. First I thought, that the postman accidently, had delivered to the wrong person, but I knew that I’ve heard the last name before. I knew that my great-great-grandmothers last name, was Johansson.

I have always been a adventurist girl, so why would I say no? I packed my bags and took the train to Pennsylvania. On my way on the train, I was thinking about how it was going to be. And I actually got nervous.

When I came to the station, my uncle was waiting for me in a buggy. It was a bit strange, because I wasn’t used to use a buggy as a sort of car. Something I noticed, was their dress code. All the men was wearing the same hat and some of them, a beard. All the woman was wearing dresses. Strange, I thought.