We got off to a bit of a late start, around one o'clock, so we didn't get to St. Louis until around eight-ish, and our hotel was another hour from there.
But as we drove into St. Louis I was astounded by how big the city was. It seemed like the perfect city for, say, a rising musician to live in, with the old graffiti-ed on brick walls and the basketball games going on atop the roof tops.
I have this friend who wants to be a musician when he grows up, and I can totally picture him living there, up in an apartment high up in a skyscraper looking out over his city, writing the next number one song.
The city flashed by quickly out my window and we were soon back on the highway in the fading light, speeding toward Cuba, Missouri.
Yes, that's right.
Cuba.
It sounds much cooler than it is, and I expected it to be a tiny little town with a one pump gas station and one motel.
The lady from our motel even called us and told us that our key was under the mat behind number one, and she was calling cuz she wanted to go to bed.
But when we drove up to Cuba, this huge city seemed to rise up out of the gloom, glittering and gleaming with all the lights.
Our motel was a little Mom and Pop sort of place, with little brick buildings and 50s style rooms. but look at the pictures for more, because check out is in 7 minutes, and I have to go!
Have a wonderful day everyone.
Oklahoma City, here we come.
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| It's obviously cooler in person |
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| this is NOT a selfie, I just wanted you to see the mirror ;) |
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