Ask a local what to do in Santa Fe Missouri, and the first thing they will do is correct you on your pronunciation of their little town. “Santa Fē,” they will say, with a smile.
Named after its Canadian cousin, Toronto Missouri was established in 1856. Today, this area is barely more than a dot on the map.
The food was surprisingly good, and honestly the woman serving us is one of the friendliest individuals I have ever met. So we asked if there was anything interesting to do in Belgrade. “There was a murder in the afternoon here once,” she said.
…we soon discovered Cairo is kind of like a Jiffy Lube: You’re in, you’re out, you’re on your way…
But perhaps the most thought-provoking items in the courthouse square are two stones that speak volumes.
As we get closer to Lisbon, the road goes from not-so-bad, to so-so, to what-the-hell-are-you-doing-driving-on-this-thing. Before long, we drop down into a what the locals would call a “holler” and we seem to have arrived. But where, I’m not sure.
As an odd coincidence, while trying to break in to the library (so to speak), we ran into a retired priest we knew from days gone by. He gave us a brief but fascinating history of the city and an introduction to Glasgow’s role in the civil war.
Someday, Paul and I are going to go to Canada’s Montreal. But for now, we settle for the next best thing.
Tiny houses, wood-sided or clapboard for the most part, flank the streets. Porches are popular, and the front yards run together like one long ribbon of grass, butting up to sidewalks that have seen better days. But as Missouri natives, we find the overall effect warm and welcoming, and we feel right at home.