Then, I planned on writing about our trip to the Farmers' Market until I realized I didn't have any good pictures of it. So let me just tell you what was important. A) My sister and I accidentally wore the same outfit. It wasn't exactly the same, but it sounds way better when I say it was. B) We ate spicy cheesy bread in front of the Capitol building. Yum. C) The Farmers' Market was overwhelming. So much stuff everywhere. And everyone was so excited. It was kind of awesome, but kind of overwhelming, too. I think it would take a few trips to get used to it. (It's like an amusement park. I'm serious.) D) My sister bought my mom a bouquet of flowers. Cute, right? Why didn't I think of that?
So, now I'm going to tell you about a sweet little pub (I don't really think it was a pub, but that's what I imagine pubs feeling like) called the Weary Traveler. Picture time.
(Looking back at that first picture up there, I see they call it a 'freehouse.' I have no idea what it means, but it sounds accurate.)
We ordered sandwiches. I got a grilled cheese, my sister got a something-vegetable-something sandwich (this is not the official name), and I don't remember what Jeffrey got. Maybe a hamburger. We also got drinks, which is unusual since we almost always order water. My sister and I got sweet tea & Jeffrey got a cherry coke. Big spenders. We then played Scrabble. I think my sister won, but who even remembers at this point? It was such a cute little place to duck into for the afternoon. It reminded me of a set from a movie where friends go after a long day of work, it's snowing, the guys are wearing really awesome trench coats, and the girls are sipping red wine while their hair looks impossibly good. We've all been to a place like that, right? If not, you should go to the Weary Traveler. You're welcome.
After our delicious meal, we decided to go for a walk. It's probably valuable to mention that at this point my parents had gone back home to FL and I believe Mark was working on school work. He's a studious teacher, he is. Anyway, we were walking around town when we happened upon three baby raccoons. Let me tell you a secret. Baby raccoons are much cuter than adult raccoons. You probably knew this. Now you're seeing it for yourself. We watched them for about 20 minutes, and I could have stayed longer. I mean, have you seen something so cute? No. The answer is that you haven't. Also, the people in Wisconsin have unreasonably cute porches. I want to know: Who are these people? Always nice & polite, always dressed cute-as-a-button, and always cute porches. Moving there as soon as my life allows it. You want to take a trip to Wisconsin, don't you? You're welcome, again. xo, R.