Good morning! My, what a marvelous weekend this past one was. A few of my friends and I have been planning a trip to wine country for the past couple of months, and this was the weekend. The original plan was for Mike, Sarah, Chris, Michelle and me to head north and enjoy ourselves from late Friday – Sunday afternoon, but Mike dropped out last week, instead opting to attend the grand opening of a bar in Millbrae with a girl. He refuses to admit it, but this choice was really his loss. All joking aside, I hope he had a good time nonetheless.
Anyhow, the remaining four of us headed north at about 7:30 p.m. on Friday. We stoped for a tasty Mexican dinner at Puerto Vallarta in Santa Rosa. While the food was good, it still fell into the same trap as every other Mexican establishment I have been to that isn’t Lorena’s – it just wasn’t AS good. From dinner, we headed up to Windsor where Chris’s parents live. Windsor is a quaint, small-ish town just south of Healdsburg. His parents live in a newer housing development and all of the homes there look very nice. Chris’s parents had just this past week painted the exterior of their house and put in a new cooktop in the kitchen. We got a grand tour of the well-decorated home. Along the way, we encountered well-established colonies of photos of Chris, and even several of Chris and Michelle, his fiancee. We enjoyed good conversation and opened a bottle of Scott Harvey Zinfandel. As we were sitting around the kitchen, enjoying our wine, Chris’s parents returned from the SF Giants game they had attended in the city that night. If memory serves, in a year and a half of life in San Francisco, I believe this was the first time I have ever met both parents of any of my friends, and only the third time I met at least one parent (Mike’s dad and Leilani’s dad representing the other two). Chris’s parents, Dave and Bev, were very nice and I truly felt welcomed in their home. Each of them reminded me in certain ways of my own parents. Like my mom, Bev always had a smile and was not only willing, but also excited, to make sure everyone was satisfied and had what they needed. And like my dad, Dave had a clever comment about most things, and wasn’t bashful about making quick-witted conversation with strangers, but was still firmly grounded when it came to issues of fact.
The hour began to draw late, and soon after Chris’s parents retired for the night, so too did we four travellers. We had a long and exciting day ahead of us – wine tasting and dinner.