The final three nights of our trip were spent at Geraldine and Joe's house in Lagunitas - outside of Fairfax, just north of San Francisco.My heart skipped a beat when we pulled up to this home. It was on the side of a mountain, where Geraldine had planted rows and rows of flowers on the entire hillside. I was in heaven.
There was a putting green, where the boys had the time of their life, while I floated around like a little pixie smelling flower after flower in disbelief. It was magical ~
We were given fresh cut flowers in every room where we stayed.
This is our final morning in California - packing up to head to the airport.
Even George was sad to leave...