The Wine Country…Without the Wine

As I made my way to from Napa to Sonoma County, I couldn’t help to feel giddy. I was in one of the most beautiful places in the county and above all it is the epicenter of food and wine in the United States. As I curved around the hills of the wine country, I noticed all the magnificent vineyards and couldn’t wait to reach the Chateau to taste my first glass of California Cabernet Sauvignon.

I started to descend down the hill when I suddenly began to sweat. Maybe it was the altitude, however I couldn’t be that far up. I was probably feeling a little nauseous from the twisting and spiraling curves on the road. Soon, I felt the blood draining from my face. “Well, that’s strange,” I thought. “Maybe the egg white omelette I ate this morning doesn’t agree with me.”

I drove past a small creek on the side of the road, I glanced out my window, it looked serene and picturesque. “What a beautiful drive,” I thought to myself, “definitely one of the prettiest drives I have ever been on.” Seconds later, I abruptly swerved my rented Chevy Malibu off the side of the road and flung open the door. And next to that picturesque creek, I gave up my breakfast.

Only I could get food poisoning in Napa, where the purpose of my trip had been to eat and drink my way through the valley.

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2 thoughts on “The Wine Country…Without the Wine

  1. wow that sounds intense girl! i want to take you up to my frinds vinyard in Ukiah! 1000 acres, so incrdible, no sulfites in the wine and its grown biodynamically!! so xcellnt!

    glad you had an interesting experience at least, nough to write about it! heh

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