Anyone who knows me knows how much I love to eat delicious food, and anyone who is in my immediate family knows how when delicious food is combined with a glass of Champagne, I am in heaven. On top of this, if the sun happens to be involved (like sitting out on a terrace with the rays on my back), my husband knows I turn into one happy gal...and he's about to be one lucky man.
But I digress.
We just returned from vacation in the Valley of the Sun and I am still reminiscing about our fantastic lunch and afternoon when we visited my favorite seafood restaurant and sat outdoors (75 degrees of happiness). The meal started out as our others had on vacation: I perused the menu and ordered a glass of champagne. Instead of a "glass" however, I was compelled to order the "split", which is a small bottle equal to about 2 glasses. You can imagine how put out I was...
While the sun covered my back with warm rays, I sipped my champagne while my husband drank water, and we passed the time waiting for our food with great conversation. My delicious meal of steamed clams with sourdough bread arrived, and I quickly disappeared into the mouthwatering meal.
The sun, though not too hot, still warmed me up considerably and made me thirsty...so naturally I ordered another glass, I mean "split", of champagne.
An hour later my husband and I were laughing and having a great time, so much so that I hardly cared about the sunburn on the back of my arms. We stood up to leave, and he so graciously led me by the shoulders in a straight line out the door (I have a very helpful husband).
How could we possibly top off the day after such a fantastic meal? A test drive in a Lincoln, of course.
I am certain I was born in the wrong generation, because if I could have any brand new car on the road, I would skip the Escalades and the Mustangs and the Volvos and jump straight into a Lincoln Town Car (the Secret Service and the Mob share my good taste).
Ricardo, our car salesman, offered us a test drive and we gladly accepted. He had a funny look on his face, though, when he tried to hand us the keys and my husband told him, "Nope, you drive."
For the next 30 minutes I relaxed in the back seat with my buzz while Ricardo drove us around I don't know where. He found my favorite radio station, "Smooth 70s", and my husband fell asleep in the passenger seat.
Now I'm back home, looking back on these great vacation memories and starting to plan for the future when I can have my own Lincoln someday (I wonder if I could convince my husband to wear a driver's cap, and serve me champagne in the backseat?).
Until then, I will continue to take every opportunity available, whether on vacation or not, to enjoy the wide delicious world of food, and maybe even do a little more test driving in my hometown to shake things up a bit.
Oh, and by the way, did I mention the 70s song that was playing when Ricardo drove me around? One of my favorites: "Afternoon Delight".
Here's to your next meal and test drive,
Suzanna Quintana, Holistic Health Coach & Certified Foodie
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