Meet our local "Amish Starbucks."
It's real name is the Windmill Farm Bake Shop. It's the perfect place to grab a cuppa and work on your next blog post before heading out to the Y. It's also filled with luscious temptations.
The young lady who works the counter and I speak German with each other. Actually, she speaks what she calls "Dutch." I don't know how we do it, but somehow we can understand each other. It's pretty crazy to think that the Amish are moving to southern Virginia in droves. I think they feel Lancaster County has become a bit too commercialized. Plus, who can afford to buy a farm up there? Down here the farms are much more affordable.
If you're ever in town, be sure to check out the Bake Shop (and practice your German).