25th lucky penny, Rob has Suggested weekend trip. West Coast? Why not? California, Here We Come! Story of the best luck ever, and a perfect weekend.
As we arrive at the W hotel in Westwood, totally exhausted, we can hardly believe it when the receptionist tells us we had just been upgraded, and even less when we arrive in our suite. SUITE. This suite must be close to 80 square meters, has 3 living rooms, 1 bathroom combined with a second dressing room, 4 TVs (including one integrated into the mirror of bathroom ...), 2 stereos, one Wii, one kaleidoscope and at least 10 additional lamps. "Dude, we should have a party here".
Lemonade refill, weekends and return to Beverly Hills and Rodeo Drive kind of Champs Elysees in LA Where You Normally come a lot of celebrities accross. This Is the palm trees and deserted are decorated for Christmas, while The Sun Is Still warm and the sky blue flawless.
To add to the magic of The Journey, week head to beautiful Venice Beach and Pacific, right Before Sunset. I Meet Bradley-a-friend-of-who-lives-Rob's-50m-away-from-the-beach, history and Their adorable baby wife; We Walk at the Edge of the beach, drinking The glowing sun in the middle of skaters, West Coast style.
Brad Takes us for a drink was bed terrace With candles, and a very good time. We Have to join Zach, Kasha and Israel in Korean Town: the GPS idicates 20 minutes to 43 in traffic. Back on the road and back to Korean BBQ. Dozens of small tasty dishes and have Many pleasures, not to mention beer and Korean soju, fatal.
Kasha and Zach join us in our suite to extend this good evening, and we're thrilled to share all this luck. Rob and Zach are bartenders while Kasha and I talk with the girls, Such a nice evening.
Kasha and Zach join us in Our suites to extend this good night, and we are in seventh heaven to share all this luck. Rob and Zach Become bartenders while Kasha and I speak Between Girls, Such a nice evening.
Sunny Saturday, We Leave, a coffee and a bagel in hand, because the road to the North Will Be Long. Good music and gorgeous mountain landscapes, we are happy. The soft curves of Californian reliefs parade Becomes more narrow the road, traffic and less dense.
My driver revels in the corners of the Caramel Valley, which lead to a more sublime landscape each time. This time we stop, it's too good. The silence is absolute and the biting cold despite the sunshine of late afternoon illuminates the massive folds of a very soothing light.
My driver gloat over-the corners Of The Caramel Valley, Which lead to a more sublime landscape Each Time. This Time We stop, it's too gorgeous. The silence is absolute and the Cold IS biting despite the sunshine of late afternoon sprinkles That The massive folds of Light With A very soothing.
The Little Blue Line on the GPS Comes to a little red flag: Bernardus Lodge. Valets take care of our light luggage, we are welcomed with a glass of local wine, we are seated near the fireplace. The fire crackles and smells wonderfully good. We settle in a nook, a large room in a small house, almost in the garden. Toasts and tapenade are waiting for us; we can even switch on the fireplace -gee! And then the spa, oh the spa... My bathing suit is blushing with pleasure in the dark blue water which reflects the golden moon crescent that smiles at us. And we reply. Now it's my cheeks' turn to redden in the sauna that puts my body at the temperature of my heart, for a quarter of hour. Sleepy bears style, nap in front of the fire, and we go have dinner, and taste wines of all kinds to go with all these tasty bites. Our eyes sparkle And The night is divine o Well-Being Agreements With The silence of the valley.
We stop in the park of natural arches of Santa Cruz, just to plunge my toe in the Pacific. Cold. Yet California has a few "similarities With Corsica: eucalyptus caresses my nostrils With A familiar smell of holiday memories. The waves are awesome and the wind very soothing. We Contemplate The Elements is sitting pretty rocks, Naturally spotted and chipped by violent lashes from the Ocean.
Then it's time to return into the land to meet up with Dave, another friend of Rob's, at Henry McHenry's (you don't say!), among the tall trees of Redwood. Henry McHenry is a wine producer who was recommanded by one of Dave's friends who is a sommelier. He proudly displays his awards in the small barn where we taste its recent vintages, while we wait for the foggy shower to stop. When the sun comes back, we go for a walk in the vineyards and under the big trees, to see where Annie McHenry had found all of these.
I name my new boots and wet humus fall we enjoy the last rays of California, sipping some wine and cheese in a delicious ease.
I baptize my new boots With wet humus and weekends Enjoy the last rays Californian, wine and cheese tasting Some in a delicious friendliness.
We go back to Our dear as pour la last portion of road Before Returning to the East Coast, and drive in a Picture Frame Under sunset.
Rob woke to see the lights of San Francisco from the top of the hill. Small houses parade, we descend the slopes and to cross that remind me of the trolleys Lyon with both antennas connected to the circuit wires tangled up in the air. Golden Gate Bridge by night. Yum.
Rob wakes me up to see the lights of San Francisco from the top of the hill. Small houses parade, we come across trolleys That remind me of Lyon of Those With Their antennas, connected to tangled wires in the air. Golden Gate Bridge by night. Golden Yum.
Prince continues to sow the stars in my mind taking me to see the lights of the city of a thousand hills from the top of the Marriott hotel, across the huge windows of the 39th floor. Then we find Dave and Melissa in a French bistro for a meal goodbye to the west coast and exhausted veins to the airport. Upgraded to first class, we sleep like babies fed happiness in the Red-eye flight Boeing 767 to New York JFK.
And the return to Manhattan is sweet.
The prince continued to sow stars in my mind, Taking me to see the lights Of The city from the top of the Marriott hotel, through the huge windows of the 39th floor. We then meet up with Dave and Melissa in a French bistro for a goodbye dinner and go straight to the airport. Upgraded to first class, we sleep like babies fed with happiness in the Red-eye flight to New York JFK.
And being back in Manhattan is sweet.
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