Napa Valley
I’ll be the most happy Libby, in the whole Napa Valley. We’re meeting in Calistoga for Susan’s 60th birthday with a whole bunch of her friends. We’ve got winery rambles and mud baths on the schedule, plus lots of schmoozing. (I passed on the mud bath, but Murray, thanks to one of those email jokes that falls flat at the other end, ended up with a reservation he didn’t want. He’s adjusting, however, and is looking forward to it.)
Roberta will be working the blog, and by time I get back, my guess is a mud bath break will sound like heaven to her. Ciao until next week, when I report back on the joys of travel and Napa art or the lack thereof.
