

The wood is dark and damp, the sky grey, with fog and rain continually passing by; our small cabin is warm and filled with the wafting smells of my family’s Portuguese Kale Soup recipe simmering on the time worn and crackling wood stove. Lantern and tea lights burn low providing us just enough glow to fill our wine glasses and play card games for hours. A singular midweek night that, for all intents and purposes, should never end. Welcome to Northern California, we hope you love it here.