^Cheers to the freakin' weekend
^give me a sunny day + a smiling husband and I'm a happy girl
^Metallics & wools & wines
^While I mourn the loss of my youthful glow, my husband has started to age like a fine wine. It's complete b*llsh*t.
^What a snobby puppy
^Great capture of our sommelier
^Views heading home via my iPhone
It's pretty much the oldest freakin' news that Napa is pretty awesome. Nothing I can say about it or write about it does it any justice or offers even remotely new information into why this place rocks. You know it does. I know it does. Let's leave it at that. Especially because all my images above are just snaps from my iPhone so I don't have any special beauty to share. But I'm not gonna lie, living 30 minutes from these palatial wineries is something that doesn't get old. Not only are the vineyards full of grandeur and the wine tasting experience a joy, but the travel there itself is satiating. You begin with illustrious views of the bay as you glide over Gigi and as the SF skyline grows smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror, it is replaced with rich green trees, fields as far as the eye can see and fruit stands about every ten feet. Even someone who is highly partial to urban living (me!) finds themselves grasping at straws trying to remember why I love living in such a clustered environment so much. This, this open living, is the way to go. Add my dog and my husband into that scenario and you can color me a happy girl.
Less Mondays. More Napa.