On this particular afternoon, we had a ton of fun traipsing around Truchard, Ty Caton, and others, but this one was our favorite of the day! Sure, we had been drinking wine most of the day, but it wasn't just that. Ellen (the owner) welcomed us into her home with open arms and hospitality that rivals that of many good Southerners. You could say we felt right at home. Thank you, Ellen!!
In addition to uncorking her best cabs, zins, rose, and viognier, Ellen treated us to plate after plate of amazing Napa cheeses and breads. We sat on her back porch in what felt like the center of the Napa Valley, with a view looking North that seemed to stretch on for miles.
It was as if we were old friends invited over for an afternoon party. We were surrounded by fields of tall vines, in complete seclusion in the middle of the wide-open Valley air. It was complete serenity.
Even her dogs snuggled up to us and became fast friends. In all honesty, I'm not really a dog person. But these two quickly won my heart!
I think it is safe to say that we were able to breathe a sigh of relief that afternoon at Forunati. It all come to a head there. We laughed comfortably in full zeal without second guesses to what could happen next. Then and there, we found our peace eight months later, after our Dad's cardiac arrest and near death.
The odds were very much against us last October, but somehow Dad made it. Good fortunati smiled upon us, and we are deeply grateful for it. Here's a toast to you Dad! We love you very much!