It occurred to me the other day that I live in the middle of wine country and I have yet to visit any of the over 20 wineries that are located near my home. Some of the best wines in the world are produced at nearby estate wineries in idyllic settings with magnificent lake views. I enjoy the occasional glass of wine with dinner, but I have a low tolerance for alcohol so little more than that and I'm sliding under the table. The Frenchman, on the other hand, doesn't drink at all - I know, what with his heritage, but there it is. Needless to say, a visit to a winery would not be something we would do together, so with The Frenchman away working, I thought now would be the perfect time for me to take myself on another solo adventure.
I selected the closest winery and struck out with my directions at the ready. Much to my delight, there were three wineries situated on the same route and all were well marked with directional signage that led me directly to their doors. I have always had a not-so-secret love of wineries and have always envisioned my little country cottage perched on a hillside overlooking a vineyard. Alas, my new home is actually sitting flat footed amidst pea fields. *sigh* Wineries have such an old-world charm and elegance about them that appeals to me. I once took a wine trip to Portugal and visited wineries that were centuries old, touring ancient, brick lined, underground tunnels known as caves where wine bottles are aged in perfect temperature and humidity levels. It was one of my favourite trips, a bad case of intestinal upset not withstanding.
In this fast paced, Twittering world, the level of commitment it requires to cultivate grapes and produce quality wines is admirable, to say the least. Of the three wineries I visited, only one charged a fee of $5 for a tasting. The others offered visitors a complimentary sample of any four wines from their extensive collection of reds, whites, and roses. I had heard of only one of the three wineries and ended up buying a couple of bottles of a uniquely flavoured white wine made from vidal grapes from one of the lesser known establishments.
In a few months when the cold winter winds are blowing and I get homesick, as I know I will, I'll be able to treat myself to a taste of liquid sunshine. I got a wee bit lost on my way back to the highway because, of course, they don't post signs leading you out, and it was a bit of a curvy, twisty route in. Nevertheless, it was a beautifully day that was pleasantly relaxed, warm and sunny. All in all, a resounding success.
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