..and other wine cliches.

Hey - remember when I went to San Francisco weeks and weeks ago? I still have more pictures, suckahs!

I left you at the Robledo Family Winery. Here’s a couple more pics of the outside…

That guy sent us to the Larson Family Winery.  Here’s a sign that greets you on the way in:

We had brought our own lunch with intentions of a picnic, and it was SO RAINY!  We braved it anyway, because I was in wine country, dammit.

Annie lives next door to this cute little cafe called Angelina’s which had A-mah-zing lox bagels and lattes, and also lots of salads and cheeses, shown here.  I pretty much inhaled that wedge of brie.

It was really smart of me to NOT turn around the bottle to catch the label on that bottle. AMATEUR!

I’m pretty sure I marveled at the terrain every five seconds, because when you’ve lived in Indiana for six years, anything with a higher elevatation than an ant hill seems majestic.

Bocce.

Here’s a picture of Annie kind of walking away which I really liked…

Other sights around the Larson Winery…

Weird cowboy guy.

Aminals.

So happy to see me it peed itself.

Lllaaaaammmmmaaaaaa.

Wicked kooky flowers. (Heather can probably identify these for me.)