Last month, Elliott and I went on a mini-holiday to California's Central Valley for some wine-tasting and buying. We stayed at a small town in Paso Robles, and drove out to the nearby wineries.
They looked like this.
We toured a cave filled with barrels of wine.
We drank a lot of wine, and "stomped some grapes."
And smelled some flowers.
All in all, it was a fantastically relaxing trip. We drove back up on the 1 and saw Big Sur.
Or rather, Elliott did. I was too busy trying not to puke into a plastic bag.