Minus The Cobwebs

I glanced around and said, "This place looks like some Grandma's big old house." 

"And it sure smells like it too," Sandy replied. 

The house is an authentic turn-of-the-century Victorian home complete with antiques and intriguing furnishings. It's pretty. But a little creepy.  It felt like any minute the Addams Family would show up.

The living room is decorated with a collection of antiques.

The dining room already set up for breakfast.

It didn't help that we arrived past 10 p.m. at Chateau Tivoli, this bed and breakfast in San Francisco.  It was so quiet and there was no one around to greet us.  Our welcome note stated that the innkeepers were available on site only until 8 p.m.  Our husbands were still out looking for a place to park. (Yeah, welcome to San Francisco!)

When our husbands finally arrived, there was much discussion about whether we should look for another hotel to stay.  I was so embarrassed since I was the one who found this online.  But I swear, it didn't look like this at all on the website! And I felt awful since it was our friends' first experience in a B&B. But after inspecting our rooms, my husband said, "It's really not bad at all. I wouldn't mind staying here another night."

I heaved a sigh of relief. I was so afraid he'd shake his head and say, "I can't believe you booked us in a place like this!" Instead, he grinned and told me, "This would make for a really good story!"

 

Our room had a four poster bed with white curtains hanging from its curtain rods.

The sitting area in our bedroom

Detail on our bedroom ceiling

Though the bathroom was only 2 steps away from our bed, I held off from my usual bathroom trip in the middle of the night.  I instructed my husband to hold me all night long.  I was determined to keep my eyes closed until the next morning.

Thankfully the rest of the night was uneventful.  No paranormal activity whatsoever. When we all met up with our friends Sandy and John the next day, we admitted that the accommodations were actually comfortable.  So we all agreed to stay one more night.

That evening, when we returned from our day trip to Napa, we scampered around like mischievous kids and took lots of photos.  Silly, silly!

Hubby in the living room area

That's me taking a seat by the window

Sandy and John goofing around

Elaborate detail on the hallway ceiling

Chateau Tivoli Bed and Breakfast

By the time we made it downstairs on our last day here, guests were already having their morning meal in the dining room.  I would have wanted to try what they served for champagne breakfast but the rest of my party wanted to go someplace else.

We had the chance to speak to the innkeeper when we were settling our bill.  He's a warm and animated fellow who told us that this house is 120 years old. Before leaving, we flipped through the pages of the guestbook. We found that this B&B has welcomed guests from as far away as Japan, Germany, and the United Kingdom and all the past guests commented on how much they adore this place. 

Chateau Tivoli in San Francisco, California

Whispering Walls

Those who have been following this blog know that this is my third blogpost about Napa. (Here's the first and here's the second.) With an abundance of wineries here, you couldn’t possibly explore them all in one visit.  You just have to keep coming back to discover new ones.  Every Napa trip is a new adventure.

This time, hubs and I were joined by another couple (Sandy and John).  We were all determined to go to Castello di Amorosa in Calistoga.

Castello di Amorosa (Italian for "Castle of Love")

While this castello was inspired by an authentic 13^th century Tuscan castle, it was built very recently. It could have fooled me.  The architectural details make it appear as though it was built in the medieval times. This replica has everything you would find in a real castle:  towers, loggias, a courtyard, and a great hall.  It even has a drawbridge and a moat.  And a torture chamber. 

The Courtyard

Loggia (corridor)

The Chapel

The Great Hall

Acting like royalty inside the Great Hall.

View from one of the towers

Dario Sattui -- of the same V Sattui Winery fame -- had a self-proclaimed obsession with castles and this was the result of his passion. (You can read more about Castello di Amorosa's history here). 

Construction of this ambitious project began in January 1995.  The castello finally opened its doors to the public in April 7, 2007.  It is a 121,000 square foot castle with 107 different rooms with four levels above ground and four underground levels which are for barrel aging cellars and wine tastings.

The Grand Barrel Room

This is where they hold some wine tasting.

Gotta love this!

At the end of the tour and wine tasting, we were led to the souvenir shop.  Of course! While browsing at the merchandise, hubby called me to an area under the cross-vaulted ceiling. He stood in one corner right in front of where two archways intersect.  

Can you see him here standing in the corner where the arches intersect? 

Then he asked me to stand on the opposite side, diagonally across and about 15 feet away from him.  He instructed me to face the wall and keep my ear close to the spine where the arches meet.  When I was ready, he faced the wall in his corner and said with normal volume, “Can you hear me clearly?"

I nodded still  a bit unsure of what this was all about.  He then explained, "No one else in the room can quite hear me other than you. The sound travels across the ceiling from my side of the wall to yours.  It’s called the Whispering Walls.”

With bug eyes and a dropped jaw, I turned around to face him, “That is so cool!”

Note:  I’m not sure that I explained this phenomenon very well but I found a link on the web that also demonstrates this:  http://www.sonicwonders.org/?p=426

Castello di Amorosa vineyard

The Otter Cove

The Old St. Angela Inn
Pacific Grove, CA
September 2 - 3, 2012

Who doesn't love Monterey and Pacific Grove? This is why hubby and I keep coming back here. Of course, the ever-reliable TripAdvisor led me to this adorable Bed and Breakfast.  I immediately fell for its charm just by browsing their website.  And I loved it even more once I got there.

We were appointed the Otter Cove Room which has its own entrance from the garden.

Our French country cottage-inspired bedroom is just darling. It is sprinkled with antique furnishings and the bed fittingly accented with a cute teddy bear. It's quite comfortable, well-kept, and very clean.

My favorite feature of this cozy room is the bay window overlooking the garden.

Somehow I convinced hubby to pose by the window seat for this picture.  He was distracted and couldn't be peeled away from his cell phone. I doubt he even remembers this moment.  Men!

The garden courtyard, though petite, provides areas for quiet time and relaxation: a bistro set by the mini waterfall or the small seating around the fire pit.

There is something so peaceful about this place.  After reading more about its history, I learned that it was originally a country home in 1910 and was later converted into a convent in 1920.

Breakfast here is another pleasurable experience. At The Old St. Angela Inn, a breakfast buffet is served in a solarium that also overlooks the garden and patio. I love being washed in natural morning sunlight and I always enjoy a big breakfast so this is perfect for me.  A gracious lady warmly greeted us and said, "This morning we have egg strata with roasted bell peppers and artichokes." Did I already say that they also served scrumptious apricot muffins? I didn't leave a single crumb on my plate. Mom would have been proud of me.

Another big plus about this place is its prime location.  It is literally a block away from the water.   

In no time, you can take a leisurely stroll along the shoreline to soak up the beauty of Monterey Bay. Or chum around with the "locals."

Off The Grid

Almay Ranch
August 31 - September 2, 2012

This is only a piece of the "square mile of absolute heaven" where we stayed.

I come from a large family and it's not easy to find a vacation spot that caters to all of our needs. But this year, we discovered the perfect getaway destination. Almay Ranch in Coffee Creek, California is a secluded 655-acre property nestled in the Trinity Alps Wilderness. During our visit, we had the entire place to ourselves.

With no cell service or WiFi in the area, we were completely unplugged from the modern world.  There was a big screen TV but you could only watch DVDs.  There is no cable connection nor network TV available.  So for three days, all we did was kick back, enjoy the outdoors, and get back to nature.

The ranch includes a large 2 story house with 6 bedrooms/3 baths and a one-bedroom tree house that accommodated all 20 of us plus 2 dogs. The main house overlooks a lake where we took turns in the canoes and paddle-boats.

There were so many options available for recreation.  Within the ranch is a private 9-hole golf course, several hiking trails, lakes, ponds, and creeks.  A short walk (or you could say a quick bide ride) from the main house is a wide open meadow where all of us, kids and adults alike, played a little bit of everything:  baseball, football, soccer, frisbee. For giggles, we even played the egg toss game.  That was a riot!

There's also a mini golf course, an area for horseshoe toss, and badminton. I'm serious. You couldn't possibly run out of things to do here. Further out, there was even a big fire pit where we roasted marshmallows and made s'mores.

Ah yes, life is good! We spent a good deal just relaxing and doing our favorite things. Top on the list:  eating, taking a nap, having a nice glass of wine, stretching out on the chaise lounge, and soaking in the gorgeous views. We took a ton of pictures. The surroundings were just incredible. I mean, just look at these images.

This place is so conducive to bonding that I was almost sad to leave at the end of our long weekend. But I know that even if we didn't choose to come here, it would all be the same. We already are a tight knit family. So it doesn't matter where we decide to go.  As long as we're all together, we'll definitely have a fun time.

A Whale of A Tale

August 2009

It was our lucky day. I had previously planned on whale-watching while in Victoria Island. But we witnessed a whale breach sooner than I expected.

We were traveling via Victoria Clipper from Seattle to Victoria Island. After only about 20 minutes into our journey, the ferry unexpectedly slowed down. There was already a commotion when the tour guide directed us to look to our right.  That's when we saw a whale's black fin in the waters.  I'm glad I didn't blink because this same orca suddenly rose straight up and showed its white belly.  The awe-struck tour guide explained that this is called a "spy hop" -- when a whale rises above the ocean to search for its prey. Going after the seal it had found, the whale immediately dove back into the water, devoured its dinner, and then vanished just as swiftly.

The tour guide was quick to say that even he had never seen this first-hand.  But it all happened so fast that I wasn't able to take a photo.  Sorry.

However, we did manage to go on an official whale-watching adventure while in Victoria. That's how we spotted Ruffles.  Look closely at his fin and you'll understand how he earned his nickname.

His crooked fin reminds you of Ruffles Potato Chips.

We joined a small group via this tour company.

Jeff, the owner and tour operator of Emerald Sea Adventures

Up close and personal with a killer whale.

Feeling more like an astronaut rather than a whale watcher.

We also found these seals that were "thermal regulating."

Translation:  sun-bathing.

Saddle Road

Yes, this was in Hawaii!

We found out from a Hilo local resident that Saddle Road was a faster route to take if you're driving from Hilo to Kona. What we also discovered were the beautiful sights along the drive -- sights that were atypical of what you might expect in a Hawaiian island. But these are only a few of the many surprising wonders that the Big Island offers.

The Gauchos Keep Coming!

Texas de Brazil
August 2, 2009

An all-you-can-eat meat buffet? Oh, we’re so there!

The first time I heard about Texas de Brazil - Churrascaria or Brazilian Steakhouse (http://www.texasdebrazil.com/) was from a friend who lives in Florida. She posted pictures in her Facebook account and described how she enjoyed her overall experience there. It sounded so much fun and interesting that when Texas de Brazil opened up in Town Square in Las Vegas, I immediately added it to my “restaurants to visit” list.

I told my husband and stepson that I wanted to go to this “all-you-can-eat meat” buffet place. No further convincing was required. They were ready to go!

The modern day steakhouse was lively with music and people stirring. A lovely hostess led us to a semi-private section. Our reserved table was brightened up by elegant blue water goblets. To the right of each plate setting was a mini tong that rested on a round red card. Our friendly waitress explained that when we were ready for the “meat feast,” all we had to do was turn the card over and show the green side. That would signal the gauchos to come to our table. The gauchos are the meat carvers carrying two-foot long skewers of meat specialties for our taking. As long as the card is green, they will keep coming. The tong was to be used to pull the portions off the skewer.

To start us off, our waitress gave us Brazilian house-baked cheese bread. You could tell it was fresh from the oven: warm, soft and tasty with the cheese filling. Next, we checked out the 50-item seasonal salad bar that included appetizers, soup, salads, and sides. I had a little of everything. I couldn’t resist the lobster bisque soup, heart of palm, artichokes, roasted bell peppers and zucchini. I also tried items that I’ve never had before like the Peruvian or Brazilian salad. But popular favorites were available too like Carpaccio, Romaine lettuce, asparagus spears, sautéed mushrooms, tomatoes and mozzarella balls. So, picky eaters are covered. They were all yummy!

As soon as I finished my starters, I flipped my card to green. No sooner did the gauchos come flocking to our table! I was wrong to think that it would take them a while to come around carrying the meat-filled skewers. I must say, I was overwhelmed when offered filet mignon, BBQ pork ribs, parmesan chicken, lamb, pork loin, chorizo sausage and more. Oh my! But the one to remember is the signature sirloin called “picanha” which was a melt-in-your-mouth sirloin steak!

While we were there, I noticed that the restaurant staff moved about non-stop. The service was remarkable! It showed that the staff loved their jobs and were proud to be there. I glanced at the other tables around. There were a lot of big groups at long tables. But big or small parties, they were all having a great time at this “churrascaria.”

This truly is a meat-lovers heaven. My family and I agreed that we would have to come back and experience this all over again!

Dancing in Doggie Heaven

June 29, 2009

She was a lovely Keeshond, a mid-sized dog that looked like a cross between a German Spitz and a very subdued wolf. She had the prettiest face (and she knew it too) and had a plush coat of gray and black fur -- thus, she was given the name Ashes.

Oh, she made the greatest family pet. We used to joke that because she was so tame, she would probably lick a burglar to death. We thought we lost her once and that created quite a stir in the house. Come to find out, she had locked herself in the bathroom. But she just sat there silently -- no barking nor scratching on the door. She just waited for us to find her. When we finally did, she happily jumped up, flipped her tightly curled tail, and panted wildly with tongue hanging from her smiling milk mouth.

Who wouldn't be fond of this sweet creature that I call a furball? She wants to constantly be around people. Whenever my husband and I are cuddled in front of the TV, she would inject herself and stick her nose between us as if to say, "Hi guys! Remember me?"

But that was years ago. At almost 13 years old, Ashes suffered from arthritis and began to have "accidents" inside the house. Apparently, she was in so much pain that she couldn't muster the strength to go outside and "do her business." Recently, she became very lethargic and thirsty all the time. We soon discovered that she had developed diabetes. At that point, we made the commitment of giving her insulin shots twice a day. On schedule. No fail.

Then we noticed how the medication caused her to lose her sense of sight. I would call out her name and oddly, she would turn the other way. It made me sad to look in her clouded eyes and not see my reflection in them. Her blindness caused her to seem disoriented at times, bumping into walls, or walking in circles. It broke my heart to see her in this sorry state. So we made the difficult decision to finally put her down.

The lady vet arrived at our house promptly at 10 am. She was wearing scrubs and held what looked like a big toolbox. Just the sight of her already brought tears to my eyes and I had to grab a box of tissues. To prepare us for the inevitable, she walked us through the process and carefully explained every detail we should expect.

Following her instructions, my husband and I flanked Ashes on each side and stroked her lovely hair. Meanwhile, my stepson placed a bowl of food in front of her -- all part of the distraction so that the vet could inject Ashes with anesthesia from behind. The lady vet said it would take about 3 minutes and then she stepped outside to give us some privacy.

Ashes immediately gobbled up that food, gnawing and licking excitedly...and then slowly, ever so slowly, she drifted off to a deep sleep. My heart sank and I started to sob in unison with my family. We muttered our parting words and continued to caress her.

Minutes later, the lady vet returned and shaved Ashes' leg in preparation for the next procedure. Throughout this process, she kept explaining that Ashes was totally unconscious to know or feel what was happening. I knew that she was just trying to comfort us with her words but I wanted her to just shut up. I completely understood what was happening. "Please, no need for you to state the obvious," I wanted to say.

In the middle of the vet's blabbing, Ashes suddenly appeared awake and looked like she was chewing on a giant invisible bone. She was having a seizure which, the lady vet explained, was not unusual. More anesthetic was induced. When we confirmed that we were ready, she pulled out a thick syringe filled with what resembled pink lemonade. She patted the shaved area of Ashes' leg with her forefinger and then gave her the final shot. Using a stethoscope, she later confirmed that Ashes was gone.

Our next guest was an elderly man from the Pet Crematorium. Unobtrusively, he walked into our home with a folded velvet blanket under his arm. "Do you need a few more minutes?" he asked almost in a whisper. When I answered, "We're ready," he put a tag on Ashes' right leg which I held and caressed one last time. The identifying tag was to ensure that we correctly get back the remains of our pet. "With your permission, I'd like to put a bag over her," he once again said in a faint voice. I nodded as I wiped my tears and blew my nose. I helped lift Ashes into the bag. Her lifeless body was by now beginning to lose warmth. Then the compassionate man proceeded to wrap Ashes with the velvet blanket and gently carried her away.

I knew all along that I would miss her so much. But last night, the grief just ambushed me and I started to sob away again. How I cried at the painful thought that she will no longer be rushing out to greet me when I come home.

Friends and family who knew Ashes sent words of condolences, my favorite of which was: "She's in doggie heaven, running around like the active young puppy she once was. She's now making a mess eating her meal up in the clouds instead of in your laundry room. No more pain, no more blindness."