John wouldn’t tell me where we were headed for our romantic getaway, but once we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge I had a hunch it might be Napa Valley.
That went right out the window once we passed the exit for Highway 37. Definitely not Napa. Probably Sonoma, CA. Possibly Mendocino.
He’s been calling this my Wife Weekend so I’m prepared to be spoiled no matter where we end up.
Just north of Santa Rosa we ease into the right-hand lane. The River Road exit looms in the windshield. Now we’re headed west. We wend our way down redwood-lined roads and the farther we go the more my anticipation builds. What’s out here? I mean, what’s out here that qualifies for a Wife Weekend??
Just then pull up to . . . the Farmhouse Inn. The Michelin-starred Farmhouse Inn. Good job, honey! I’ve read about this place in T&L. It’s got the solitude and romance of a B&B with the services and comforts of luxury hotel.