
Recently, my cousin and I celebrated our birthdays. When there was a convenient time for both of us, we were going to find a place to eat out. My afternoons didnāt always work nor did her evenings. I mentioned that I had a couple of mornings off so we planned on lunch. I figured it was best that we meet in the middle, so Somerset and Greensburg were definitely out. I threw out Donegal and Ligonier as possible options. My cousin chose the latter, as we had met there before. It was January and we met at Abigailās Coffeehouse. We both needed to get out after being indoors due to the snow and extreme cold.
Thereās a nice Mexican restaurant in town in the Diamond, and she agreed to meet me there. El Vacquero Mexicano is located a couple of doors down from the Ligonier Creamery. If the enchiladas donāt fill you up, then stop in for an ice cream sundae. Next time Iām in Ligonier, Iāll definitely do that. My cousin talked up the tamales, and I almost took her up on that offer. On my next trip there (or when I go to Plaza Azteca), I might order the tamales. Instead, I got the beef enchiladas which were just as good a choice. We had cucumber lime water to drink. It looked like lemonade but tasted like a non-alcoholic mojito. It was nice to catch up and talk about life. I talked about the Fourth of July picnic at the farm and the fireworks.
Next time, Iāll treat us to coffee. Either at Abigailās, Silver Horse (in Donegal), or one of Greensburgās finest cafes.
As we left the restaurant and walked around the Diamond, we spotted The Kitchen on Main. Maybe our future dining experience will be there. After an amazing lunch of tamales and enchiladas, it was off to the Ligonier Valley Library.
It had been a long time since I had been here for a visit but this made for a nice post-lunch stop. I brought a book with me that I was previewing for the Fall, once I finish The Jazzmen. Earlier this week, I read the introduction for Three Shades of Blue. The one I read yesterday was Jane Austenās Bookshelf. Itās not a collection of the iconic authorās finest works, but of other women writers from centuries past.
On my visit to Ligonier (likely in August), Iāll bring my latest Steven Curtis Chapman book. Iām set to begin reading this just after Labor Day. I may also revisit his other books that I read in 2010 (Choosing to SEE) and 2017 (Between Heaven and the Real World) in the future.
We found a quiet room to sit in where we could read our books. There were magazines and newspapers (which hung off of a pole). The latter reminded me of the days when bookstores had newspapers you could read while you sat in the cafe. How I miss you, Monroeville Borders. I plan to stop here again in the future, maybe on my next visit. A library card may also be in the plans for me, either in Ligonier or at one of the local libraries. That would make my Eastern PA cousin feel good as she works in a library. She too has her own blog.
The room I sat in had a beautiful picture window behind me. It provided a great view of the town square and really proved my theory. That is, Ligonier is its own little Stars Hollow/Hallmark Christmas town. Imagine how nice it would look during the holidays.
My meter would be running out soon, so I thanked my Somerset cousin for a great time and parted ways around 1:30pm. Iāll be back soon, though.







