It turns out that heaven is exhausting. I just returned from vacation where I stayed at a friend of a friend’s magnificent seven-bedroom second home overlooking the Napa valley. My San Francisco foodie pals planned and executed the glorious food, hauling the implements to get the job done, including mesquite for the Tuscan grill, a gelato maker, aged balsamic vinegar, two kinds of premium olive oils (one for cooking, the other strictly for dipping) Henricks gin, Chopin vodka, and a selection of the best California wines. We stayed up past 2 AM talking (and sometimes dancing) on the deck underneath a spray of stars, then stumbled out of bed each morning to refresh ourselves in the pool. It was great fun. And now, I need a nap.
Image by Gary Taxali