The drive into Hickman, Kentucky, was a beautiful one. We passed sleepy little towns with town squares that were the real deal, not made over just for appearance sake. And when we pulled into the drive of the family with whom we stayed, Big Ben pretended to faint he was so excited to see the farm equipment.
There was a very, big tractor.
After a nice dinner together, the farmer (and local judge) put the little boys in the cab of his tractor and let them drive.
For kids just off the plane from the Middle East, a night at a Kentucky farm couldn't have been better!