Day Trip

Listing a home for sale is a major undertaking. Maintaining a nearly 4500 sq ft  home that really isn't being lived in requires an even greater effort. Daniel has one party who decided to come look at his house for a third time so we wanted to be sure everything was in tip-top shape in the hopes that they FINALLY shoot him an offer. What we thought would be a couple hours vacuuming and dusting turned into almost four but the house looked awesome when we left.

Since Daniel's father passed he has come to realize that we can't spend all our time working or feeling guilty that we aren't working on something. With this renewed attitude we headed to Weston Missouri to goof off the rest of the day.

Weston is a small town with a ton of history. Most of the shops and homes downtown had 1800's markers on them and the architecture was amazing.

The town was full of B&B's and I was promised that next time we would stay over even though Weston is only an hour from home.

We made a bee-line for Pirtle Winery. There are several wineries in the area but Pirtle was in the heart of town. The main building was a converted church.

Visitors can go inside and taste their wines, buy a bottle (or in our case, two), a cigar if you wish, and then head outside to their covered lush garden to enjoy the peacefulness and grape vines. 

While Daniel was inside buying a cigar, a man standing beside him struck up a conversation. Turns out his name is Dan and he, his girlfriend, and her mother were visiting some of the local wineries that day as well. The two Dan's hit it off and after chatting with the three of them in the garden, they invited us to join them for dinner at the Brewery across the street and then we all went to O'Malley's Pub after that for a drink. Normally I would not be a fan of spending my evening with strangers but they were so incredibly nice it was almost like we had known them for years and were just catching up. All five of us were divorcees with children so we had common stories. The mother was having an exceptionally hard time and I got the impression that she really needed an ear.

The Irish Pub next door was the strangest place I've ever seen. It was a three story building...., all underground. No kidding! You walk in and immediately start walking down. The inside was almost cave-like with cool rock walls and wooden floors. There were two rooms to choose from both offering live Irish music and a plethora of Irish Ales. The lighting was so dark, that this picture was the best I could get of one of the tunnels. We heard stories that this was once used as a hide-out during prohibition. Several workers were killed during the build back in 1842 and people have reported seeing and being touched by apparitions. "Check please!"

We were able to walk around downtown a bit before dinner but by this time all the shops had been closed for quite some time. I wasn't the only one who was disappointed....

We were one hour from home but this little town felt like a different place in time. I wasn't ready to leave and I can't wait to go back! (Perhaps when I don't look so puffy).