I’m on Alaska Airlines from Seattle to San Francisco. My passenger neighbours are a family living in Dallas, Texas and my two hour flight turns into great conversation and new acquaintances with shared stories of their trip to the pacific northwest.
Two hours later in sunny California, I pick up my rental car at the counter and head for Sonoma Valley. I seemed to have choosen the right hotel: The complimentary home baked cookies in a jar in the lobby along with the cheese and wine in the late afternoon are just one of the sweet treats at the Inn at Sonoma.
After being out all day tasting and shooting I end up on the patio of the Girl & the fig. I’ll make a tasty story short. If someone told me afterwards that the steamed mussels, the perfectly cooked Alaska halibut and the melty strawberry semifreddo was my last meal I’d smile and say that I wouldn’t have had it any other way, thank you very much. And if you, like me, happen to be in Sonoma only ONE night I’d tell you to go to the Girl & the fig. Just like I was told. Nuff said!
1,5 hours later I walse out with a little smile on my face, feeling six month pregnant. The need to walk it off leads me to a cute house down the street. I nice man comes out on the front yard while I’m taking pictures of his house. He invites me in to see his framing gallery and his work. We end up chatting about this and that and again I leave with another shared story.
Back at the hotel I find my room in a slighty different condition than I left it. The curtains has been drawn, my bed has been made and there’s chocolate on my pillow together with tomorrows weather forecast and breakfast hours. I make a nice bath, turn on the fireplace and crawl into bed with my cookie and laptop. Life’s good. And I still have breakfast left!
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