“What a day…” I said to my new husband, Josh, uncorking a bottle of cab before bed. On my commute home earlier
In this occasional series, OZY takes to streets and neighborhoods across the globe to ask a simple question: “How was your day?”
WHERE is this place? We tilted the handmade map every which way, reread the directions a fourth time and made yet another U-turn on a gorgeous dirt road lined with craggy oaks and broken fences. We’d driven four hours from San Francisco into the golden hills of Northern California with a sack of jalapeño peppers, and were nervous we wouldn’t make it before the welcome gate closed.