I’m spending the first half of this week in sunny Sonoma county, which has turned out to be less sunny than advertised. At the moment I’m peering out a window at a downpour of rain that’s about 60% of the way to “torrential” classification. I won’t complain too vigorously, though…despite being at the outskirts of Santa Rosa and right along the edge of the highway, my current lodgings are redolent of being up in the mountains. Maybe it’s the fresh air, or the fact that the hotel is situated on a hill, or the way the entire complex is made to look like mountain bungalows. Either way, rain is pretty much the unavoidable companion of summer camp in the mountains, so the dreary skies are somewhat nostalgic.
A more crucial misrepresentation is my impression that I was coming to lodge in Wine Country. And yeah, OK, the wine here is awfully good if what I had last night at dinner is any indication. Weirdly, though, I’ve found beets to be far more prevalent than wine. Last night I had beet risotto for dinner, which was tasty enough, if weird. The night before that I went to a steakhouse where every dish was garnished with sliced beets. And then there was the beet latte…well, OK, not really. But if someone were to offer me a beetshake at lunch today, I doubt I’d flinch.
Sonoma also appears to be Phil Collins country. It’s almost eerie: everywhere I go, I hear songs by Phil Collins or Genesis. I think he’s following me. Or maybe Sonoma has decided that it’s time for him to make a comeback? Of course, I suppose there could be darker implications as well….
Edit: Oh god, it’s “Sussudio.” SOMEONE HELP