Whine Anyone?


We leave the magic of Disneyworld with a stomach bug and begin the long journey to Napa Valley, California.

I’m sick on the flight and use the convenient lunch bag located in the seat pocket in front of me. My seat mate is a Flight Attendent for American Airlines and is on her way home. She is lovely as she provides cool towels and ice chips. The working Flight Attendents view me with barely concealed disdain and are happy to not be involved.

We arrive in Sanfrancisco and follow a confusing maze of elevators, escalators and a shuttle bus to arrive at the car rental counter. We commit our first born to the complex legalease and excitedly find out what we will drive for the next seven days. There is no map available, our smart phones stuck on dumb as data roaming is a fortune in this country. We scare up a map from the car rental office and begin to navigate our way to Napa Valley using a map that looks suspiciously like a placemat at a roadside restaurant.

It’s dark when we arrive. We spin in circles around the town trying to locate our timeshare trade. It all begins to look familiar. We stop for directions, spin around a couple times more and arrive. Our credit card is required as there will be daily charges for rudimentary services that usually are included. There is nothing to do at this point but pay, the clerk appears bored with further discourse.

Our room is a mobile home with quaint trim, struggling to be a cottage and falling short.  It attempts to make up for what it lacks with too much furniture crammed inside. I spend much time stacking the furniture in a corner to save our shins and toes.


We unpack, crawl into bed and decide to recuperate tomorrow. Perhaps our mood will lighten, perhaps wine will help.


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Writing and photography are my first and second loves and thanks to technology I have the ability to share with a larger audience, including family and friends. Gone are the days of lugging around photo albums after a trip and of keeping a written journal of the experience that only I would view. The days of the handwritten letters are gone, but blogging provides a chance to share ideas, thoughts and photographs with a few mouse clicks and to receive instant feedback from around the world. It provides an opportunity to research a new place and to see that place through the eyes of a multitude of people each with their own unique way of viewing and experiencing the world. It opens the world wide and allows us a front row seat. Blogging connects us and creates a family of support. It provides an outlet and a chance to perfect the craft of writing and story telling. When I sit in my living room drinking my coffee and see that someone from another part of the world has read my words, and then I read theirs, the world is much smaller and more attainable. We are more alike than different as we share uniquely human experiences. Once I had a dream of becoming a Journalist, but somehow life got in the way. I currently have a fantastic career in healthcare and know that I have made a difference so I have no regrets. Still, I wonder if there is time to explore the road less travelled?

3 thoughts on “Whine Anyone?”

  1. If ever back in Napa/Sonoma try to book the Worldmark at Windsor. It is one of our timeshares and is an excellent property, about 1/2 mile from Hwy 101.

    While we enjoyed Napa many years ago, these days we find it too busy and tasting fees excessive. Our preference is Sonoma and Russian River Valleys around Windsor and Healdsberg. Some wineries do charge a fee, but it is normally about $5.00

    We normally do the same 1-day round trip every time we stay at our timeshare. Our first winery stop is Rodney Strong, just outside Windsor. Heading up to Healdsburg we start the trip down the Russian River, stopping at a few wineries. Lunch is at the Russian River Pub, which was featured on Triple D. Korbel is shortly after the pub and I usually pick up a bottle of Shiraz Bubbly. Next we take a break from wine and stop at the Armstrong Redwoods.

    We then head to the coast, making a few stops before returning to Windsor, via Santa Rosa.


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