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Travel Blogs from Healdsburg
... Earth Friendly and, my favourite, Mental Floss.
For Monica and I, we are amazed how at home we feel with many of these bearded guys and freedom seeking women. After all, we have given up 95% of our materialistic possessions and live in a trailer half a year while traveling the world the other half. Most people back home just keep asking us when we are going to stop living like this and settle down. In this neck of the woods, ...
... in particular.
After Anaba we backtracked to Gloria Ferrer to get some bubbles. It was great – we rock up, empty the fridge of a range of foodstuffs we fancied and headed to a shaded table with a sunny view and then started eating. Only then did someone actually take note of what we needed to pay for – very trusting and very civilised; perfect spot for lunch.
Barts – ...
... it yourself ramen (soup) with chicken, mushrooms, pickled peppers and prawns.
One of the most positive things that came out of the visit to the information office was the inflatable rafting leaflet that we picked up. We managed to book ourselves on the next day’s session down the Russian river. The rafting we experienced was much more sedate than on the American River. Given the thin inflatables we were in, that was probably a ...
... chance of other perspectives in a group of 80, so comments are welcome to expand and add more information to the entries- and when I find out about other blogs and/or photo albums I'll include links to them here:
Krisha Montmorency's Photos
Dave Lindgren's Photos #1
Dave Lindgren's Photos #2
Mary Kruzas' Photos
... bleary eyed wine tasters stumbled up the bar. One of them inquired about the rest room, while another asked about the tastings and the winery. The hostess answered their questions and nonchalantly asked how many tasting rooms they had visited that day. “Two,” a middle aged blond replied. Mike and I glanced at each other unconvinced.
“Before I serve you, may I ask who’s driving?” A tall mustached man, blinked ...