Where's Waldo?

In Europe in the early 1700’s there was a small town of Acacia. Residing in this little village were two beautiful maidens-their names were Christine Andrew and Sarah Powell. They longed to marry, but alas Acacia had no worthy gentlemen to take their hands. One day they decided to journey to the town of Cambria. It was a two day journey, but they had heard that there were many fine young gentlemen there who were La Crema the crop, and perhaps they could find their future husbands.

Early in the morning they went to MacMurray Ranch and saddled their beautiful horses Gypsy Dancer and Cacophony. Off they rode at a brisk pace. They rode on and on, over Archery Summit, through the woods of Ren and Ravens. Across the Heights of Bethel and Mary Hill. At dusk they stopped at the Inn of Nickel and Nickel. They feasted on toasted head of lamb. They must have drank at least a Gallo of wine.

After the meal they returned to the verandah where they enjoyed a glass of Bundschu Brandy and a a smoking loon size Cigarzin. That night they slept soundly dreaming of finding the loves of their lives. They could sense they were Clos du Bois. (That's French for 'close to boys'.)

-continued next week-

PS: How many wines are mentioned in this article? Come in and give me the exact amount-you get a bottle of wine for a penny!