those of you who know me probably know I've never
really been all that detailed oriented - so ... surprisingly, we left the
Barcelona airport with a "pretty good" idea where the first winery
tasting was - turned out we were only twenty minutes late - two "turn
arounds" into the morning I spotted the Can Feixes winery sign on a
building while going approximately 53 km/hr - threw it in reverse, took a left
and drove through signs that said "privita" (clearly meant for
others) and pulled up to the front gates of a winery and family home that had
been making wine for - oh, seven hundred years or so!
turns out it is run by three brothers - I can't
remember the brothers name that does the books - sorry to you accountant types
- the other two were Joan (pronounced joh ann) and Joseph (yo shef) - the
first being the vineyard manager - the latter being the wine maker - they
were super impressed with my wine knowledge - oops - got that backwards - their
mum still lives in the 15th century house that was built with a tower to fend
off marauders trying to take their wine - obviously, we didn't - they've added
plumbing and a few other modern amenities but most impressively they
still sport a "family" chapel - how useful might that be after a
night of escapades - just get the damn confession over with in my own chapel
before bed ... by the way, the wine was simply- fantastico!
then ... no sleep in 24 hours and having tasted 5
wines obviously meant I should drive for 2 hours - through three wrong turns
this time - up into the mountains of Spain - I'm talking about hairpin turns
where Gran Prix drivers must have learned their trade to the Priorat wine
regions - to date - the most beautiful wine region - for me - ever! (hmmm,, can
you hear that Spanish accent kicking in already?) I tasted the wines of Cellars
Pasanau - I can't tell you what I thought or "the boy who cried best wine
ever" would appear but I'm telling you - if you want to taste a pure
expression of southern Spanish wine ...
off to eat a pigs liver and lamb chops* with
Catolonian roasted vegetables so have to quit now - tomorrow we head to the
coast and another tasting and then popping in to my favorite bar in Spain -
until then
cheers from your pal,
mt
* - maybe - or it might be I'm having a ham
sandwich and cheesey fries - also forgot the Spanish translation book at home
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