Last weekend Chetan, Dawn, Ellen, Matt and I went to Sonoma.
On the drive over from San Francisco, we decided to check out the sunset from Santa Rosa.
Friday night dinner was at a Puerto Rican restaurant. I ordered a “Malta,” an exotic sounding drink that had molasses, malt and hops. Although the menu claimed it to be a Puerto Rican drink, the label on the bottle said, “India.” I guess drinks can also have identity crises of nationality.
On Saturday, we went to the Ledson winery and then went kayaking on a scummy, algae filled lake. Sadly, no pictures were taken.
We also went to Sam’s Anchor Cafe in Tiburon. With some help from Ellen’s sunglasses, Matt transformed into a fly.
We tried concluding our trip by crossing the Golden Gate Bridge as the sun set over the Pacific ocean but were too late by just a few minutes.