The town of Yountville has to be one of my all time favorite places to stay for a romantic getaway. It’s not really about what there is to do there, but what there is NOT. It could just be my imagination or the fact that we like to visit during the off season; I have never seen trash in the gutter anywhere, heard noisy or obnoxious people or cars, seen an altercation of any kind, or had bad food or wine. There seems to be a ‘hush ordinance’ and everybody follows it. Everything is green and growing and freshly rained on and trees! Lots and lots of trees!
There aren’t a lot of children and even the few I witnessed in a school yard were quiet and subdued. (This is an important quality in other people’s children when I’m having a romantic weekend.) The most chaotic thing I’ve ever experienced is the long line outside of the Bouchon Bakery. There will be no review for the bakery, since I’ve never been in there. For some reason, I don’t like to wait in line for coffee.
The effect of all this order and quietude is that I actually relax. There are old towering oak trees everywhere and people really leave you alone, allowing me space to breathe in nature and fresh air, to hear my own thoughts, to dream of that little farm I’m going to have with a vineyard and some goats and maybe a chicken or two….well it’s fun to dream!
One morning, Tom and I took a walk from our hotel around the village. It was a cool, foggy morning after a day and night of rain. The sense of peace that came over us while we walked was worth the flight up there.
It doesn’t take but a few blocks to be out of town and in the country. Vineyards and gardens and old oak trees are all you see for miles.
While we walked, we loosely mapped out our day. Take a drive through the mountains and look at trees. Pull over when we see a winery we’d like to taste. Stop for lunch somewhere…
…maybe dinner at one of our favorite restaurants; Hurley’s or Bistro Jeanty…
…and since it was so foggy and rainy, there’s was a lengthy discussion on the taking of naps.