Inside of the building, there is a stunningly beautiful tasting bar made completely of Onyx and backlit underneath. Wow.
We were having such a good time - and The Wineaux Guy™ was a magnet with his huge hat - that the next thing we knew, we were being escorted out at the end of the event. What!? How did that happen!?
That being said, I was going to go to at least four to five wineries/olive oil producers each day, take lots of pictures, and document everything carefully and thoroughly. Well, two out of three ain't bad.
It seemed like every American-made Viognier was a wannabe Chardonnay - kept in so much oak that the floral aroma that makes it so distinctive was lost in a sea of butter. Until recently.
Meanwhile, I have a gazillion pictures, hours of videos, and pages upon pages of notes and observations to sift through as I share my experiences during this wonderful trip.
Something has happened during my time here, and that's called "resting."
The Wineaux Guy thankfully talked me off the precipice, insisting that 5:00 a.m. was not "late." Ok. He had a point.
In between there will be roaming the California coast from Santa Barbara to Solvang, Paso Robles to Monterey. My cameras and notepads are at the ready, and I'm jonesing for adventure.
The first problem that I had to address was my singular, well-known ability to get lost in a small room. I call it being directionally challenged. The Wineaux Guy™ calls it hopeless.
So until I find a place that I can settle into – and be reasonably certain that the owner won’t change his mind and kick me out because someone else showed up with the bottomless wallet – my Paso Robles Getaway posts may sound more like pity parties.