Gi and i are sucking out the last drops of the amazingly delicious French wine that Flo smuggled for us into the country wrapped in a towel inside her suitcase. It was so good and now its all gone. sad. There is something about French (and Italian) wine that comes directly from the old country that is so amazing. It is very light, no burning at all and one glass gives you this pleasant light buzz that makes you want to sit at the table and eat for hours. I don't know what it is, just some magic I guess.


We're holed up here on Lopez island on a writing retreat. writing writing. Lopez library is just a short walk away. Our cabin is in the middle of Lopez village with all sorts of cute coffee shops, bakeries and paths through the woods to walk to as a break from writing. If only we had a few more bottles of that French wine.