I felt that my time at Peju winery deserved a post of it’s own. Yes, it’s gorgeous, the wine is some of the best and the entire night was a once in a lifetime event…
However, this story is not just about the well known and amazing Peju winery but also about how much I dislike feet. Don’t get me wrong. I love Peju and plan on being back as much as possible… but this story is deeper.
Or at least laughable.
I really love wine but feet gross me out. The thought of grape stomping at Peju Winery gave me chills when I found out that was on the agenda. Naturally, that sounds like a ton of fun… but, so nasty.
I don’t do feet.
Dirty, slimy and stinky feet make me sick.
I avoided the doctor when I hurt my ninja kicker and couldn’t walk because I was worried I’d be put in a cast.
I used to get so ill from stepping on slimy things that it would make me throw up in my mouth.
I didn’t drink wine for a long time because I associated it with feet thanks to that hilarious I Love Lucy scene.
Yes, I have issues. I know this. Let’s move on…
But, I’m not the type to let anything stand in my way or hold me back. Grape stomping at Peju Winery it is!
Peju Winery is one of the most beautiful wineries I have ever experienced. The staff was friendly, informative and entertaining. The scenery was something out of a movie. The wine? Amazing. Try the Fifty/Fifty! We toured the facility of Peju winery, drank glasses of deliciousness, paired it with little bits of nom-a-licious and drank some more.
Then we were invited out to the vineyard where we paired up and prepared to get our grape stomping on.I’m not always texting, instagramming and tweeting…
Competition? Look at what they were wearing! (I adore them btw)
Unfortunately, two tall chicks in a tiny barrel who aren’t skilled at clearing the bunghole didn’t get the exact victory they wanted. We had a blast, we had style, we were bent over in front of a bunch of people stomping until we were panting.
It was amazing.
Here is where I admit something that I didn’t want to when I was at Peju winery… after I got my stomp on… I started feeling sick. The feeling of slimy grapes on my feet swept over me. I had to wash my feet. I had to stop thinking about it.
I practically ran to the bathroom which seemed like miles away…
And I threw up when I got there. Yup. It wasn’t pretty.
I wisped, laughed at myself and texted a couple close friends about it so they could mock me endlessly…
That last part wasn’t well thought out.
The night ended with us dining in the vineyard. Despite Chelsey and I not making it to the final round… and that whole puking part… I felt like I was victorious. It was a day of adventure, new and old friends and memories that will last a lifetime.
It was getting late so I stepped away from the table as dinner was ending to say goodnight to my kids. They were upset, crying and missing me. The mommy guilt swept over me and I felt terrible that I had so much fun while they were sad.
I made them laugh when I told them about Mommy’s grape stomp-puking adventure. They enjoy laughing at me… aren’t kids sweet?! Just as I was about to hang up with them I heard something swoosh by my head. I looked around and realized how dark it was. I was kind of far from the tables where the lights were.
The swoosh came back. WTF?!
My kids realized I was quiet and just as they started to ask what was wrong I blurted out, “Okay, kids… I love you… Mommy, needs to go… a bat almost hit me in the face!”
They laughed at me! My ten year old daughter told me that I must be seeing things after my grape stomp trauma. They hung up the phone happy and mocking me.
The way it should be… I guess.
And that is the time I went to Peju winery, stomped grapes, lost my lunch and bats
attacked swooshed me. It was truly one of the best days ever.
About Leila DontSpeakWhinese
Leila, aka The Ninja, is the advocate for all things not whining. Parenting is fun when everyone stops b*tching! She is the Mom of a big blended family of four awesome kids. They ninja kick through life together. Oh and she is a total jackass.