|Palm in Sonoma's centre square|
|On the highway, heading through Carneros|
|Looking at Howell Mountain from Diamond Mountain|
Finally, (and specifically for non-Americans) things are not pronounced as you think they are. Minus my pronunciation of 'Jacuzzi' (ya-koot-zee < no, not really), I was wrong all week. Take this one: St. Helena. You probably made 'Helena' sound like a woman's name, and that's where you're incorrect. In this case, 'Helena' rhymes with 'hyena': Hell-ee-na. Practice a bit, it's hard. Ukiah is pronounced 'you-kai-ah,' and Lodi 'low-dye.' Yountville was a good one; I heard it pronounced two ways, both of which were different from what I thought. My final decision was to pronounce it 'Yoont-ville' (the other option was 'Yawnt-ville,' which I love for its Southern drawliness, but only one person said it this way).
If you're wondering where all the wine is, oh, it's coming. First, Two Shepherds orange wine, then some Scholium Project. After that, Donelan, some wines shared with the Dirty and Rowdy winemakers, eggs and Pinot Blanc, Corison Cabernet, and finally a couple special bottles shared by Elaine and I. It might take me a couple of weeks, but I'm going to write it. Promise.