Breakfast.

So, I’m eating my breakfast in this beautiful outdoor courtyard, on a clear spring morning in Calistoga. And I start hearing this sound. “Whoosh.” I look around… nothing. I take another bite of Cheerios and poke around some more on facebook. “Whoooooosh”. I’m trying to figure out if it’s a heater or something? “Whoooooosh. Whooosh.” Okay, seriously – what is that noise? And then a GIANT HOT AIR BALLOON rises over the building, not more than 50 yards away.

“Oh,” I thought. “A giant hot air balloon. Of course.”

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