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Day Trip to Pella and Ottumwa





Didn't realized it has been a week since I last posted. Came down with my first cold of this winter, about a week after I was commenting on how lucky I had been.

Friday I took a vacation day and had Luke spend the night with me on Thursday night. I didn't bother getting us tickets to Friday Fundays since that isn't his thing. I offered to take him to the zoo (again), even though we had been there six days before. I guess he finally got his fill of the zoo because he chose going to the mall to play instead. We had lunch at Taco Johns and when asked, said he wanted a taco. That was cute to watch him eat it, starting at the folded end. Come to find out it was his first taco. He ate it all.

Then last night we went to the Tropical Wine Fest at the Botanical Center which was sponsored by the Heart of Iowa Wine merchants. Sipped lots of great wine.

Today we did a day trip to a train store in Ottumwa. On our way there we saw this cool house for sale near Pella and I told Rog I wanted to stop on the way back to take a picture (top picture above). This house is on the National Register of Historic Places and has 7 bedrooms and is for sale for $379,000. Guess I won't be buying it. We also stopped at Tassel Ridge Winery and sampled some wine and made a few purchases to add to our wine cellar.

Then because we would be passing Pella I suggested we stop and get some Dutch Letters. There are two bakeries in Pella, a few doors apart, the Jaarsma and Vander Ploeg. However, at 3:00 p.m. both were sold out of Dutch Letters. We did buy some peanut butter and windmill cookies so all was not lost.


Here are my week 5 pictures of my Project 365 in case anybody is interested.

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