Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Moving Sonoma.

We had a great time in Napa and probably could have spent more time there, but it was time to move on.  We packed up our stuff, piled into the car, and headed on our way.  Just us, the GPS, and the open road.

Our GPS was set for the Kenwood Inn and Spa in Sonoma County, so there was no possible way we could get lost, right?

Just try setting your GPS from Napa to Sonoma.  It's okay.  I'll wait... 

Do you see the crazy route it calculates?!?  Do you see the super windy road called Dry Creek Road which then turns into Trinity Road?  (Here's the map for those of you without a GPS handy.)  Yes, we drove that!  There were times when I thought we were going to take a turn too sharp and fall right off the edge of the cliff that we were driving dangerously close to, thus meeting our untimely deaths.  But alast, I have lived to tell the story!

Despite having lived through the craziness of Dry Creek/Trinty Road, we still missed the  We ended up having to turn around at a winery (surprise, surprise...), called the Deerfield Ranch Winery, so we stopped to have a look around.

This is their wine cave.  It was really cold in there!  The whole time we were tasting their wine I was regretting my choice of a cotton sundress and flip-flops as the day's attire.

Here's La'akea awaiting the wine tasting menu.  See how happy wine makes people?

Cute winery, nice people, good wine.  All in all, two thumbs up.  Bonus, they have the cutest Portuguese Water Dog that they let run around all throughout the wine cave.  He was so excited to see everyone that I couldn't get him to sit still for a picture.  I did try though.  Multiple times.  The pictures just looked like big black

After the wine tasting we made our way back to the hotel, which, turns out, was right next door to the  The Kenwood Inn and Spa was by far the most luxurious hotel that we stayed in.  I think that's why my husband saved it for last.

 The view from the hotel.

The grounds were beautiful and their customer service was outstanding.  I mean, how many hotel concierges will take you on a private tour of the hotel grounds during check-in?  Not many, that's for sure!

 One of the many pergolas on the grounds.  I love pergolas.  I still haven't figured out their use, besides being aesthetically pleasing to the eye, but I still love them.

This was our room...

The bedroom...
complete with a real fireplace!  Hells yeah, I turned that bad boy on in the evening.  My husband was sweating, but did I care?  Hey I'm a girl from Hawai'i.  We don't often see, let alone get to use, a fireplace.  So he can sweat for an hour.  It's okay.
The bathroom.  Just look at how delicious that tub looks!  I had to take a bubble bath, just had to.  How could you not with a tub like that?
I also fell in love with the little green vanity, but there was really no place for it in my suitcase.  So I had to leave it there for the next guest to enjoy.
There was also a built in bookshelf, which my husband was convinced was a door.  It was not.  It was just a bookshelf.  How do I know?  He spent like 10 minutes checking it to be sure that it wasn't a door.  Boys and their crazy imaginations.  I blame too many Bond/Batman
The view of the hotel grounds from our door.  It was stunningly beautiful.  I could seriously spend an entire vacation just staying at this hotel and be perfectly content.

We had an entire day planned out, but scrapped the plan, after only making it out to one other vineyard, in favor of heading back to the hotel to relax.

 Bartholomew Park Winery.  Beautiful grounds complete with it's own museum.
Me with the lavender.  This picture is for you Aunty Cheryl.  We found lavender and we didn't even have to travel all the way to Europe.  :)

I'm not usually a 'hang out at the hotel' kind of person, but this hotel totally felt like we were staying in our own private Italian villa.  It was heaven.  We took naps, read books, and ate a disgustingly huge bowl of Pasta Alfredo for dinner that was to die for.  Like I said, heaven, pure heaven.

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