Bring on The Swedes!

The Swede MIGHT come to California with his daughter after Christmas.

I have decided that I’m going to be positive about the trip and just assume it’s going to happen.

Although we all know that Burning Man AND Vegas fell through.

But no matter, the important thing is that he’s interested in coming and is going to try to make it happen.

If you recall, I spent last year sweating my ass off in the land of the Midnight Sun.

Or is that ALASKA?

No matter.

I spent a week in Sweden during the holidays last year and all I can say is that I LOVED it.

I especially loved curling up in bed with The Swede at night.

I’ve decided, if they come, that I’m going to host a RACLETTE DINNER on New Year’s Eve.

No, it’s not a tradition.

But hot, melted cheese poured over charcuterie, potatoes, and pickled things sounds like a PERFECT way to celebrate their visit and the New Year.

I also think I will need to take them to San Francisco.

Not that I know what to do in the city, but I imagine Ghiradelli Square, riding a cable car, and Pier 39 are three MUST VISIT places to go.

My personal favorite outing has got to be Monterey, though.

Nothing like a hike and a picnic at Point Lobos “catered” by Gayle’s Bakery to really get the flavor of Monterey County.

Of course, there’s also my Swedish trip through Napa and Sonoma, visiting all the Swedish wineries that are in the area.

The only problem I see is that I have no idea what a hockey-loving, 16 year old Swedish girl would enjoy doing.

Perhaps I’ll ask her.

I think she might like to watch a San Jose Sharks hockey game (she’s a goalie back home in Sweden).

Or maybe catch a baseball game?

There’s tons to do though, and I’ve got all the time in the world to plan.

Bring on The Swedes!

 

Balloon Adventure Chronicles: The Sewage Treatment Plant and Fire Fallout

balloonMy hot air balloon ride adventure began when the van I was in got pulled over for having expired tags.

Whoah!

The cop was in a foul mood and actually yelled at the hot air balloon owner/operator a few times.

Not nice.

Anyway, the error got sorted out and we were on our way, me sitting next to a very chatty driver named Ben.

Once we established that I was indeed taking a romantic hot air balloon ride BY MYSELF, he was all friendly and even told me I looked like Anna Nicole Smith.

Yes, I get that, I told him.

So we drive all the way to Middletown to escape the low laying fog in Sonoma.

You remember Middletown?

It burned to the ground in the Valley Fire of 2015.

Middletown fireSo that was our scenery when 30+ of us took off in three separate hot air balloons.

Oh, did I mention the sewage treatment plant? Yes, there was a sewage treatment pond below us as we surveyed the barren, blackened landscape.

sewageWas I freaked out?

A little, but not as bad as I thought I would be.

The sound of the propane jets gave me the willies, but overall it was a nice, floaty, pleasant hour long ride.

balloonMy balloon was named Bliss and it was a rainbow which I LOVED.

My pilot was a hot, bearded fellow named Jeff and I loved him too.

pilot jeffNot just because he was a good pilot and a funny guy, but because he handled the CAR FIRE WHICH FOLLOWED SO WELL.

More on that later. . .

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