On the way up, of course, I insisted that we stop at some of the little family-owned Mendocino wineries (duh). We stopped at the two we visited last year plus one new one. After that, Matt kindly pointed out to me that we couldn't afford any more wine, so we headed up to our inn. ;)
Greenwood Pier Inn--we love it here!
Let's be honest: I'm not a very relaxed person by nature. I'm anxious by design and am constantly thinking, and if I have to sit still for too long, I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin. But something takes over when we go up to Mendocino. It didn't happen immediately--for the first hour or so, I was my usual self--but then, thanks to the ocean and the cliffs and the breeze and the superb wine, I was able to take a deep breath and seriously relax. It was amazing.
There's a big deck behind the inn (which includes a hot tub overlooking the ocean!), and when we got there, all I wanted to do was sit quietly and read while looking at the water.
Also, the wine pictured above is impeccable. It's out of my usual price range but I'm a member of their wine club and it's a rare treat. You can buy it here.
Mendocino is just north of Sonoma County. It's much less populated and not touristy, which is so nice. And the coast is really exquisite:
Saturday afternoon, we relaxed on the back deck, walked around a bit, drank some wine, and read our books. It was such a luxury. That night, we had a late dinner at the restaurant connected to the bed and breakfast. We intended to come back and make a fire in the little lodge, but I fell asleep pretty much immediately.
And then the funniest thing happened on Easter Sunday. We were once again on the big deck out back, when a couple approached us and said, "Hey--we're neighbors!" Turns out, they live directly across the street from us in Oakland; our addresses are one number off. CRAZY, right?! They are the nicest people ever and I'm so excited to have new neighbor friends. He works in education and she works for one of my favorite local-ish coffee shops so . . . we're a double date match made in heaven. Isn't it funny that we had to go two hours north to a small bed & breakfast to meet our neighbors?!
This little trip had me thinking, too, about whether or not I could live in a tiny town. Matt says he'd be happy as a clam there. While I think it would be romantic for a while, I'm pretty sure that ultimately, I'd be consumed with cabin fever/wanderlust. Pretty much everything in Elk shuts down around 8 pm. I kept looking at the houses around and thinking: what do these people do at night??
Could you live in a teeny tiny town, far from cities, culture, & people?