“Either Give me More Wine or Leave me Alone.” Rumi

We’ve quickly made friends in the Trailer Park.

And why wouldn’t we? We’re nice, hygienic and amusing and oh…we have wine!

Al Fresco in the Trailer Park patio.

Well, not enough for the entire Trailer Park, but we do have The Wine, as mentioned, stashed in and around the RV.

Which is handy, because last Friday, a couple of young men popped in for a drink- and left five hours later. Go figure.

 I was the first to leave (an Irish Goodnight- look it up) but Ralph stayed until I pounded on the window for him to stash the bottles (Carson Ridge Paso Robles 2013,  Cabernet Sauvignon, orre de Oña, Rioja Finca San Martín Crianza http://www.torredeona.com/en/the-wines/finca-san-martin/and a lovely Chateau LaFleur Morange Mathilde 2010http://www.reversewinesnob.com/2013/08/chateau-la-fleur-morange-mathilde.html)

 and come to bed. 

This wine list could be the reason we live in a Trailer Park!

This happens more than you would think. Ralph can stay awake, drinking vino and telling stories and pouring glass after glass until he falls asleep in the chair. Seriously, it’s a talent. (I'll post that photo down the line.)

At this point Ralph has already decided we need to stay in the RV at the beach for at least six months. Sounds good to me. There’s the sand, the pier and of course, restaurants that sell wine!

333 - Oceanside.

Ralph thinks that settling down for a bit (not forever!) will be good for us since we’ve been traveling around for the past five or six years.

Del Mar, CA...where it all started.

From Southern California to the Pacific Northwest to Southern Utah and Northern California and back again.

In Zion National Park on the Virgin River.

“At this point in our lives we can be sure of two things,” Ralph said. “Every day brings a chance to start over and…we love wine.” The Grapes of Ralph.