
We left our historic Benbow and headed down 101 towards San Francisco. We crossed the Mendocino County with its abundant vineries and made a stop at one of them, Jeriko. I was attracted by its Italian look the buildings, the olives and cypresses. It was as manicured as the vineries we saw in the south of Canada… with a touch of rusticity: several goats were grazing behind a fence.
Inside, it was cool, dim, and very pleasant. The most pleasant surprise was the girl at the counter who served us wine – her name was Lea and she was a Russian from Siberia!
We entered San Francisco through the famous Golden gate Bridge. It is majestic, if somewhat faded in color. From the bridge one views a breathtaking panorama of the great city, rising up the steep hills among green trees and crawling mists. Driving in Frisco required nerves of steel and experience with stops on uphill. Luckily, Seattleites have their share of steep hills, so that was not difficult, but parking!!! How do you even approach the hotel entrance!!! We made a full circle and finally I drove through the narrow mouth of the hotel plaza, as big as a tabletop, with half a dozen cars already unloading there. Thank God for valets!!! I am not going to drive here. Walking is a beneficial exercise!
No comments:
Post a Comment