|Elaborate door in winte tasting place|
|The crowds getting their tastes|
I do like wine, maybe too much. Over the years, I have had what I beleived excellent wines, some in Italy and some in France. However, as I saddled up to numerous wine bars, I would hear and read descriptions of these prize winning wines rated in the 90s (by whom?) costing more than $50 a bottle, I would be asked to compare this one with that and I couldn't. After a while, they all tasted the same to me and I could not tell a prize winner from an also ran from two buck chuck. They had distain for generic California wines such as our friend two buck chuck grown in hot central valleys and then thrown together any which way. Good wines have to suffer; they have to grow in crappy soil. Some how the grapes' suffering brings taste to the wine. The descriptions of the wines themselves sounded wonderful with all the hints of this and that they promised, so easy to make fun of. One wine had notes of a fine Cuban cigar (their words, not mine).
The grounds of the wine places were lovely. Ornate buildings; beautiful gardens. Even though Steve no longer drinks (convenient for me to have a sober driver), he appreciated the grounds. We had ideal weather. The area is beautiful and we drove for miles. We stayed in a nice place complete with a whirlpool and pretty gardens. Ate great but expensive food. I took zillions of pictures which I am stillm processing.
I am back in Half Moon Bay from our trip within a trip perched on top of a very steep hill overlooking the ocean. I didn't run earlier in the week due to a cold and then travel but today I have no excuse. As soon as Steve gets up, it is down to the water.