DO NOT BE AFRAID LOST - This is a great opportunity to get acquainted with the good people (the ending part 3) Travel on the roads of America would not be complete without stopping at a motel. I was hoping that would dispense with cinematic scenes in the shower, which will participate crazy mother in a strange wig and a knife in his hand. But more on that later. Heading north from San Francisco, wanting to continue your journey along the coast, rather than making a circle through the valley of wine and then go back to town, I lost concentration and went the wrong way. It was evening, and I decided to change his route and go to the town of Sonoma Valley, which is located near the Napa Valley, another wine region. Despite the fact that the signs help to choose the direction, the sign "City Center" does not exist, there are only signs with street names, which nothing can help the driver if he is not familiar with the city (or does it have a more detailed map). Once I travel all over the city of Sonoma and almost went out of it (which I realized later), I stopped in despair beside a strange little shop that was on the edge of town and was called "Rancho lone cowboy." In his window could see the classic cowboy hat, boots and other clothing. I went inside and called out: "Hey-hey! Is anyone? "I heard:" Hello! "I said gray-haired man aged about 50, whose name was Robert. He helped me figure out where you could find a cheap motel. The day was held in Sonoma Jazz Festival, and all the hotels in the city were blocked. So I followed his advice and went towards the town of Petaluma, where he found a "Motel 6". Though he was in the suburbs, but was very comfortable (and none of the curtain in the bathtub with a knife I did not expect). The next day I went to Sonomu, which was very nice town. It was full of different shops and stalls. Jazz Festival was in full swing, and I plunged into its atmosphere, listening to the improvisations of different musicians and watching as people slowly reached the condition in the many tasting rooms, which are in plenty. "Rancho lone cowboy" lonely opera singer singing that is urine in the growing darkness in California in the evening. Tourists clicking their cameras, trying to capture her face, which reflected a sea of ??emotions. I also want to drink some wine, and I went to the vineyards, which was located outside the city. It was called "Family Winery Mayo, where I managed to try a good wine (although it could not surpass the Zinfandel, which I saw in the town of Harmony). I decided to stay another night in a motel on the way back we stopped in the shop of Robert, just to say hello and again thank him. His wife (who at that time was not in the store) composer and singer, and we listened to write her a song during our conversation. The last time I saw in the store a couple of wonderful cowboy boots and decided to try them. Now I could not buy these lovely boots (which is probably as old as, and I). They are perfectly preserved and perfectly seated on the leg. Funny happens: first you stop to ask the way, and eventually buy a pair of boots. Valley of Sonoma I left the next morning and sent my car through the steep hills of Sonoma Valley, and then through the thick forest area Forestvil where I was again able to taste the wines (which is also inferior Zinfandel from Harmony). The road ran through the farms to the coast, where I stopped for lunch in the town of Bodega Bay, where Hitchcock shot his film "The Birds". Then I returned to the track number 1 and went along the coast toward San Francisco. Too often stop I did not, because the strong gusts of wind threatened to carry me off into the distance, as if stripped of my kite. The road was not as smooth as it was south of San Francisco, and from me required an extra effort to drive smoothly. I always liked it. I stopped in the Marine Hedlends and before heading to the hotel where I had booked a room with a bird's-eye look at the Bridge "Golden Gate". The next morning I returned the car to the airport. Thus began my two week stay in San Francisco. It was a great trip, during which I drove 1,005 miles along the coast and Sonoma Valley. I was able to call in all the cities that was originally planned to visit, and on the way met some very nice people. Bridge "Golden Gate" Home of the material: See also: United States invented the place where the greatest concentration of natural stone arches foot of wonderful places in North America, two cities, two worlds - the feel good island of contrasts cute and friendly, in which he lives twelve million oasis of excitement middle of the desert beaches of Florida's Magic Wild America - The bears and geysers
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