Cobra Creative has recently landed a couple of projects with a large wine company. We are working on a couple websites for some wine labels. Mr.Cobra and I like wine. We're not crazy or obsessed about it, but enjoy it regularly and try as many as we can. We often get perks from our clients. This latest one from the wine labels is awesome. Everyone in Cobra is staying at the vineyards guest house for a couple days.
It is secluded and we had to drive through a gate to get in. It was like something out of a movie. Right now, I'm listening to the frogs serenading each other in the pond next to the house while I surf the 'net. It's secluded and connected - HEAVEN! We drank some wine, at some cheese and meat. We played with some toy helicopters we bought to liven up our down time. Tomorrow we are meeting with one of the clients and doing some wine tasting. We aren't fancy, so this is a fantastic treat!
Dexter did okay in the 4.5 hour drive. We stopped a couple times to let him stretch out. He was very anxious the last hour though. When we finally got to the house, I let him crawl all over the place. The weather is phenomenal here. Not too hot - just warm enough to not even think about a jacket. Dexter crawled inside and outside. He went on the grass, the concrete, the stone porch, but his favorite was a rock garden where he played and played with the rocks. It's too bad I forgot the camera!
For once, I feel completely safe letting him crawl around. The worst thing he could get into is a sticker patch. I haven't even thought about stickers until this trip. I remember running around barefoot in the summer and stepping on them. My rural upbringing is tugging at me. It's nice to be able to let Dexter have the run of the place and be so comfortable with it. I don't feel that way in the city.
I often wonder about how San Francisco is for an older child, like 7 or 8. Will it be confining because real play is delegated to the parks? Or the 6 x 10 green spaces many places call yards (shared of course!). What will it be like to only be able to ride a bike in a park? Where will he run as fast as he can? Where will he make mud pies or catch frogs? Sometimes I hate being reminded of how great being raised in the country was. It makes me want to move to the middle of nowhere. I don't REALLY want to do that, but I like to daydream about it.
