You were supposed to be on a simple school field trip—museum, lunch, home—but somewhere along the quiet backroads the bus missed a turn, the GPS lost signal, and now you’re rolling into a place that doesn’t seem to belong in this century. Horses pull wooden wagons along the dirt road, men in straw hats pause mid-work to stare, and women in bonnets whisper as your bus rumbles past freshly painted barns. The driver swears he followed the map, but nothing about this Amish town makes sense, especially the way the locals watch you as if they’ve been expecting someone