Just outside Paso Robles, California is a Tuscan-inspired villa sitting atop a hill, overlooking a vineyard-covered valley. As the front gates swing wide, you ease your way up the winding, tree-lined driveway toward the meticulously maintained villa. It feels like you’ve suddenly been transported to Tuscany!
We stepped onto the patio to a table set for two adorned with a fresh glass for each of the wines we would taste and shaded by an umbrella.
On our recent California road trip, with the top down, Greg and I realized you can smell all kinds of things you’d miss with the windows rolled up. It reminded me of family trips when I was a kid. We had a great big station wagon with wood panels on the side. On vacations, we’d… Continue reading S is Also for Sniff
When I started my 26-year-plan to see the world alphabetically, I had only two rules: Never go back to a place you’ve been before and the trip has to be outside the 48 contiguous United States. “S” is for Sip, Savor and Sightsee broke both. I blame COVID-19. International travel is nearly impossible in this… Continue reading Breaking the Rules: S is for Sip, Savor and Sightsee
On a dark desert highway … Our ears were buzzing; our backs tightening. Road tripping in a two-seat roadster has its merits, but bombing down the interstate at 75 mph is not one of them. With the clock approaching 7 p.m., three-plus hours of driving still ahead of us, and a desert thunderstorm threatening, we… Continue reading In Praise of the Hotel California
Recently, our granddaughter proclaimed she wanted us to take her to Los Angeles next year for her 10th Birthday “Trip With the Grands” (her older brother opted for some Arizona desert adventures). Whether she’ll still want to do that a year from now remains to be seen, but it was a reminder that, despite my trash talk, L.A. is in my blood.