This pretty place called to us and we said yes. It is, of course, the Northern CA wine region called the Napa Valley. or Napa-Sonoma. Or Sonapa Noma.
We ordered up a limo, driven by a patient man named Hector. I'm pretty sure he had a horrible headache at the end of the day. I would have WAAAAYY more photos to share but my camera stopped working, so I had to depend on the kindness of others.
The people above are my daughter, my sister, moi, my niece, my SIL, and my niece.
We started with a serious tasting experience, including pairing with food (cookies with spices within).
We went to lunch next and had two bottles of wine and excellent food. At our next stop, the wine grower fell in love with one or two of the younger beauties and he dumped wine into our glasses until, as Hector put it, "They are all toasted."
We didn't make it to the other three wineries we had on our schedule, but we had a great tour around this one in the back of the guy's pick-up. We returned to our hotel after dark. We were singing drinking songs.
"She's Got A Drinking Problem and It's Me"
"She's Acting Single and I'm Drinking Doubles"
"I'm Taking Me A Whiskey Trip"
You get the idea.
There was another party left in the Old Girl!
The rest of the weekend went sort of like the first day. I'll bet you didn't think this old lady had it in her.
I hope to be recuperated by next Friday.