Napa, California
Friday, September 14, 2007
The next day, on our way to Sacramento, we drove through Napa Valley. What beautiful country, in its own right. The hills behind the vineyard were dry, which contrasted beautifully with the green of the bunches of grapes. We got a tip from a few locals and ended up at this Italian deli. There we feasted on gouda, smooth cheese (almost like butter), sourdough bread, a turkey sandwich, and two pieces of succulent chocolate cakes. The manager was so cordial and allowed us to stay and eat as he closed the deli. We drove on to Sacramento where we met up with Patrick, a fellow Sandy interned with. We went to a restaurant where we had tapas, or appetizers, and the flavors of each dish left us wishing we were hungrier and could eat more. Afterwards Patrick opened his apartment and handed over his bedroom to us. As we emerged from his commandeered bedroom in the morning he had a feast of turkey bacon, eggs, fruit, toast, cereal and muffins. This was a fantastic start to our day. Patrick, a guy we had met only twelve hours before, went above and beyond the call of ordinary 23-year-old guys and showed us hospitality and excellence we never expected. Reminding us that no one should ever be defined by their age or stereotype. We wish they all could be California boys.
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