A Step into the Unknown
Maria and I looked out the window of the small plane. It was our second plane ride of the day. You can’t get to Cedar Rapids from Long Island, New York by direct flight. From above the land looked like a quilt of various shades of green, yellow and brown. We were nervous watching mile after mile of corn and soybeans roll by. It was late October. We didn’t know what to expect as we landed in Iowa. We booked a farmhouse bed and breakfast located on a real working farm in Lamon
