A long weekend of R&R in the Santa Ynez valley with Robert and Joanna, and Bob and Desda, down from SF way, and Carl and Lynn, and Ben and Bonnie, and Richard from around LA. Unfortunately Emilia was very ill and couldn’t make it.
A picture through the window of Robert trying to shoo the tarantula off the front door handle. Carl got the shot of the tarantula itself.
I spotted the thing and pointed it out to someone, I don’t remember who, who thought it was fake and blew on it. The tarantula responded with a very not-fake not-dead wave of its huge hairy legs.
The meal-deal worked out very well I thought. We each had our assignment to bring everything for, prepare, and clean-up after a particular meal. Everyone pitched in to help, as much as they felt like doing. It really did go very smoothly.
Time for dinner, but first wine and challah and a few words for Shabbat.
Bonnie, Ben, Lynn, Desda, Bob, Carl, Robert, Joanna
I was delighted so many times through our stay by the amenities provided at the house. It seemed as though anything we wanted, there it was. The kitchen, the pool and patio, the bathrooms, not a thing was missing. They even had, as well as the wifi with a couple of boosters, a wifi connected printer should you need to print a boarding pass or a recipe for example.
And there were a dozen colors of lights in the pool and the spa, to choose as the mood struck.