The first winery we went to was the Robledo Family Winery in Sonoma. Note the quaint little Mexican music and slogan: A family who found the true American Dream. It was ADORABLE. We were totally suckered in.

Larry was our taster-person/pourer? I don’t know what you call that that. But he told us the story of the winery, which is owned by his father. By the time he finished the story, we were all bathed in wine glow, and when the father walked in the room, he was like a celebrity. He carved that bar, by the way. And all the furiture.

Note the lovely wedding portrait of the mother and father, who got married at like, age 12, or something.

OMG with the FLOWERS.

Love the light in this shot.

I ordered a bottle of Pinot Noir and Port. Their port was AMAZING. (Okay, actually, I’ve tried maybe two ports in my entire life, and they kicked my ass, and so I was kind of intimidated by them. The fact that this one didn’t make me breathe fire is “good” in my book.)

Later, we found out that this glorious love between the mother and father had dissipated - they were divorced and he had a girlfriend in LA. We were all kind of shattered because they painted this romantic picture for us. Ah, well. Still, really good port.