
Last year, I indulged in the summer of a lifetime while studying art and music in Florence, Italy. For me, it was an absolute dream come true, with the fusion of several fierce passions into one. I embraced Italia as a boisterous playground for all the different parts of myself; the giddy traveler, the adventure seeker, the ferocious student, the hungry artist, the brave independent, the curious child. And while I dutifully scribbled away in a journal, attempting to capture the vitality and significance of every waking moment abroad, the thought of sharing the stories of my life-changing experiences only grew more daunting. Upon my return to the States, people would inevitably ask "So, how was Italy?" and hell if I knew where to begin.
For the young writer in me, it was beyond overwhelming and, alas, still continues to be.
So today's post is another warm-up.
I just returned from a weekend away in the world-renown Napa Valley, nestled less than an hour away from my San Francisco home. My boy* and I desperately wanted to get away from it all, and well, he's put up with me for six months and that's something to celebrate.
* - a term of endearment not intended to imply age.
Feel free to insert honey or sweetie if you prefer
A lot of deliberating went into planning our trip and at several points I tried to just toss my hands up against it, using excuses like "it's too expensive", "I won't be able to get away from work", "they're already booked"... But he can tell when the hamster that runs the wheel in my head has given up running and instead, frantically clings to the sides of the reckless spinning wheel as it races without pause or control. I must be making a face when this happens because he calls me on it every time. Little did my fretting hamster know, that everything would work out fine.
I was demanding as usual. I needed several things from our weekend away and I wasn't about to settle on less. I wanted a spa treatment - an hour-long full-body massage at minimum - but preferably with one of those hot springs baths that melt all your troubles away. I wanted wine, though truthfully a little over-indulgence in any alcoholic beverage would have likely done the trick. Opting for the stay-cation route because we only had the weekend, but we still needed to get far enough from the daily grind. Affordability was the biggest must, so I wouldn't squander our precious time worrying about money. And obviously, it should be unforgettably romantic for our first time away together...
Napa was my first pick and ultimately what I kept coming back to as I tried to visualize the elusive details of our perfect retreat. Our cozy B&B -complete with fireplace and a faux** jacuzzi - included a map to more free wine tastings than two people could drink up in a month. The Calistoga hot springs were a short, beautiful drive away up the winery-dotted highway. The entire Napa region is only 8 miles long and contrasts San Francisco's bustling 7x7 with blissfully calming neighborhoods and charming, small-town vignettes.
** - a haphazardly-built product of the Jacuzzi company that could
only be drawn by hand, where hot means mountain cold,
possessing jets that had only one volcano-erupting setting,
adequate for only one person and shorter than me
Dealt a rough blow by the times, dark, empty store-fronts crowd the spirited few shops still shining bright amidst a dimming downtown scene. Having agreed in advance to afford ourselves a little extra luxury, we happily offered up our tourist dollars to stimulating the local economy and helping restore Napa Valley to her invigorated glory.
Food is one of my great indulgences. I just can't cook well enough to satiate my cravings for flavor. That, and I am terribly impatient. Therefore I am most often bound to Rice-a-roni, PB&J's, and scrimping change together for a dinner out once in awhile. I count my blessings for having significantly over-paid my taxes, so I may now use the refund to spoil myself properly. Whispered permissions reaffirm that I deserve it, that we do, and yes, we most certainly will.
When in doubt on where to eat, always ask a local. This nugget of wisdom saved me from what would have been certain starvation in Japan, as my quick study of the phrase Ichiban ski desu ka? (loosely translated to "which is your favorite?") proved invaluable to soothing not only my hunger, but also my blundering anxiety over being a stranger in a strange land.
These were our faves (Check 'em out!).
1. Downtown Joes - Lovers, don't let the lively bar scene fool you. Their restaurant is tucked around back and oozes romance with their waterfront views. The food was impeccable. I pined over every bite and almost ordered a second despite how full I had grown. Leave room for dessert. Or if it cannot be helped, allow yourself some extra time to languor at the table Italian style, sip a coffee or a cocktail, and digest just enough to squeeze in that sweet treat after all. Other perks: Live music and their own brewhouse!
2. Rutherford Grill - Recommended as a must-try on the way to Calistoga. We may have been a tad under-dressed for Saturday brunch, but no one made us feel that way. A nice afternoon to sit outside and we did. Staff and locals alike were all very friendly, as the wait may be slightly longer than expected though well worth it. The salmon was absolutely divine. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to take my own advice on dessert, but I'll be back for that Oreo Sundae!
Even though catching up on some serious R&R was priority one, we couldn't very well stay cooped up in our Puccini Room all weekend gorging ourselves silly. The innkeeper had only mentioned the castle in passing to another guest and my ears perked. She couldn't remember what it was called and I cringed at her mispronunciation of the Italian word castello, but boyfriend knew this 12th-century-Italian-castle-turned-21st-century-winery would be the icing on our dream cake weekend. Before I could blither about the innkeeper's lack of details, he had secured our reservations for a private tour and tasting (premium wines AND chocolates) that afternoon. Full body massages scheduled to follow... Oh la la...
The Castle of Love - Castello di Amorosa