It’s been nearly six months since I returned from California yet I’m still dreaming about Santa Barbara, my favourite of the coastal cities that we visited.
There was something almost bittersweet about this part of our trip; it was what I considered the epitome of our Californian adventure, but it also marked the end of our stay.
I’m still busy reminiscing about California. This time, I’m in San Francisco.
Driving past the picturesque vineyards, we were delighted to arrive in the charming Napa Valley town of Yountville for a night of fine wining and dining.
I can’t claim to have seen that much of Palm Springs on our two nights there. In fact, we only left the hotel for dinner. But, how can you blame us when the hotel was this cool?