it sure felt like it
Armed with a vague map, a half a tank of gas, and some locals' stories and suggestions, we headed out of town. Wildflowers abound. We hit one winery that was overcrowded with a bus tour from the city. We walked around a lavender farm and took one of the fledgling plants with us. We tried in vain to find that old bridge they mentioned was getting torn down and replaced by something new. We went back to town for lunch at the most popular little place--with real fountain drinks.
We headed outside of town in the other direction to another winery. This one had an inexpensive yet entertaining tour and tasting. The wine was good. The place was less crowded. We bought our larger samplings of port and sherry and took them, along with our chocolate and pecans, out to the empty porch. The temperature was perfect, the wind breezy, the sky sunny. We had no other place to be, no obligations to keep.
He said, "I wonder if this is what Heaven is like."