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With adrenaline slightly shooting through my body, I sat on a chair at a table. These were not mine. Because I didn't want to stand out, I left everything as it was, put my phone on silent, turned off the lights, and nervously fiddled with the bunch of keys I had snuck in with. These keys were also not mine. They came from under the front doormat of my best friend in San Francisco. After a 6-hour flight, I was in her house, in the dark, waiting for her as a surprise. I look around. This is too horror. But before I can turn on the lights and make everything just a little less stalker-creepy, I hear keys in the front door. And then it goes off. I scream: “surprise!” She falls out the door. I sprint after her. The neighbors come to look. She realizes it's me. And from there, it's a chaos of crying, laughing, crying, screaming, and jumping. This might be the most fun I've ever had. And all in honor of her birthday. We pop open a bottle of wine and then, then the best weekend of 2016 is about to happen.

This is the third time in San Fran and every time it feels like a gift. Oh, and just look at the sky during my outbound flight. Ma-gical! And yes, this is really my photo from my seat from my flight to SF.

I haven't been behind the wheel for more than two and a half years. Now I must honestly admit that I've never been a hero in the car. But after two years of blissfully lounging in the passenger seat, I find it completely hellish to get in on the other side. With a sweaty back and sticky hands, I go anyway. I don't want to, but I have to or something like that. Friend MJ asks if I want to drive and before I can say ‘yes’ (or rather ‘no’), Blondie is already in my door. ‘Come on, switch and drive!’ And thus began my first road trip in America behind the wheel. To lower the blood pressure, Napa is the final destination. The Robert Mondavi Winery to be precise. And you should never miss that (if you're in the area).

‘One is none’ is the motto at Mondavi.

After the Winery, we drive into Yountville. Super cozy and now happily still very quiet, just before the tourist season. You must eat here at Bouchon. Fries and oysters. And of course wine. An extra cup of coffee as dessert is definitely a must.

The biggest gift was of course my surprise visit. And to capture the party (besides 399 million iPhone photos), I give her this baby blue polaroid camera. And friend MJ thinks it's great too.

Okay, it really looks like I'm suffering from a problematic consumption of alcohol. It's really not like that. This is just vacation. And mimosas belong at brunch. Right?

A day in SF and coffee at Le Marais. We walk (and shop) along Chestnut and Fulton Street. We pass The Jane and all those other places I've written about before for Amayzine. It remains my favorite list, so we just do everything again.

We're going on a road trip again. And while karaoke-ing, MJ gives it some gas while my coffee was still on the dashboard. The cappuccino disaster has begun. It gushes everywhere in the car. And us? We can only laugh. Tears are streaming from our eyes. MJ's husband unfortunately couldn't handle the discovery of the congealed milk in his car... He was really pissed. But we're still laughing. Well, inside, but definitely a bit louder (haha, sorry Djiep!).

The Big Sur, also known as ‘God's country’ by the average Cali man and woman. It has this name because it is so impressively beautiful and the entire area has remained almost untouched. A piece of earth as it should be. We walk along the coast. And climb mountains. I've never seen so much beauty.

Isn't this just like I'm sitting in front of a ‘green screen’?

After a few days, I'm back at that same airport. I go inside where I came out. I wave to friend MJ. This was the best weekend ever. Maybe because it was all so unexpected. Maybe because everything clicked. Or maybe because it's always like this when we're together. Well, that's what you have with this kind of friends. It clicks. Always.

So, rested and recharged back in New York. Seeing my husband is nice, but cuddling with my woolly child is just as good.