On a warm September afternoon, we drive south in a rented SUV from Oakland to Paso Robles–a wine town on California’s Central Coast.
From a viewpoint along the trail, the deep blue expanse of Lake Tahoe is clearly visible. I hear the water running before we see it; fast and free over jagged, slippery rock.
Balboa park is filled with people who buy berry-flavored gelato or pose for photos at one of many picturesque spots. a girl hands me her phone and then jumps into her partner’s arms. wrapping her legs around his torso, she presses a cheek close to his—smiling. I snap as many shots as possible, freezing the moment, and trying but failing to hide a smile of my own.
Yemi and I are in the backseat of her parent’s car listening as they recount wistful memories from living in Los Angeles. “A straight bus down Wilshire is essentially a tour of L.A.” Aunt E. says as we pass by familiar places—the second-story apartment one of her kids jumped down from, LACMA, someone’s old school.Continue reading “A Weekend in L.A.”
I’ve spent years wanting to visit some of the world’s most famous wine regions and now I live in one. I searched ‘wine country’ on Google while writing this and the first place that came up was California. I’ll be honest, when I dreamed of traveling through wine regions, I imagined vineyards in South Africa,Continue reading “An Afternoon in Napa Valley, California”