A day in Napa

I’m all over the place these days. Though I have a bunch to show from Japan, I’m jumping ahead to my Napa and San Francisco trip I took over the weekend. Yep, I’m back in the states, but once again, only for a short time. My car was costing me close to what I would pay in rent, sitting in the airport parking, so it was a must I get it out fast. Needless to say, I won’t be parking my car there for five weeks again.

My sister called out of the blue asking if I wanted to ride with her to Napa, since she was taking her friend to the airport and wanted a buddy on the way back, and after agreeing, she asked if I would drive, and then asked if I would pick them up at her house, in the opposite direction. I couldn’t help but laugh, but I agreed to driving and she agreed to come to me. Good compromise, I say.

We stopped in Yountville, which is right outside Napa, so we could stop at a very popular bakery. There was a constant line out the door the entire two hours we were in that little town. Their fresh baked breads and pastries were delicious, and I’d definitely recommend this place to anyone going to Napa.

We drove into Downtown Napa to walk through the shops. We stopped at coffee shops, décor and home good stores and tasting rooms (of course), but given that I was driving, and my sister’s friend had her daughter, no tasting actually went on. We still had a great time exploring, even if I was walking 10 paces behind them slowly because I wore brand new sandals. The thing I love about little towns is how they’ll have random statues or furniture or the steps to the rumba laid out for you on the sidewalk to learn. Little things that make their town standout. It’s so fun.

On our way to San Francisco, I had to stop at this beautiful French winery so they could see the grounds and their gorgeous views. G-man and I went to Domaine Carneros in December and seeing it in April when the vineyards are beginning to turn green was perfect.

Eventually we made it into San Francisco but the fog was waiting there for us, and killed our plans to see the parks and walk the bridge. (picture by my sister)

There’s no way I would have walked that bridge in the cold fog. So we had dinner, dropped off her friend and daughter, and made the long late night drive back home. It was a long day of driving but it was nice getting out with the girls. That’s not something I get to do, ever.

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