Rumbo al Norte – The Grand Finale (part I)

We woke up and it was foggy.

Not even foggy, really. Before getting out of bed I asked Boyfriend what the weather was like. Wet, he answered, which summed it up pretty well. The sky was wet, the earth was wet, the air was wet.

We had breakfast in Haro, land of wine, and walked around the old part of town quickly. We even tasted a vermouth in a shop that sold glasses of the things it sold. It wasn’t great.


A very pertinent mural


The entrance to a church we found. Didn’t go in, though, because we were late for our wine tasting!

I really like this next photo. It’s a strange, crooked house that once was coloured in red and blue diamonds that reminded me of arlecchino.


Next, we went about 30 kms away to the Montecillo wine cellar. It wasn’t our first choice but it was the only place that was available with less than 24 hours notice and on a Sunday. Note for travellers in the Rioja region of Spain – always reserve ahead of time and Sundays are a bad day!


The cellar, however, was fun. We found out that:

  • the barrels cost a fortune
  • silicon corks are fine for young wines that will stay a short amount of time in the bottle
  • “tempranillo” is a kind of grape, not a word that means “young”
  • experiments are made with different mixes of grapes, all the time
  • everything is mechanical nowadays
  • wine used to be cleaned from impurities with egg whites, of all things


There was so much wine it was mind blowing. So much.


We then tasted the wine. Honestly, I didn’t really like it.

Acidy taste is not something I go for in wine, and both the wines we tasted were slightly acidic. The woman who was showing us around even said that in white wines (which we weren’t tasting), people look for acidic taste but I’m not entirely sure that’s true. Why drink something acidic when you can drink something fruity and round and thick in taste?

No reason.





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I am permanently in love. Things I like: purple, pasta, silk, autumn, the smell of mould, candles, cachi, having friends, water, new things, rice, eggs (all eggs!), fresh grass, olive trees, shiny things, glitter, hanging objects, windcatchers, wind, couscous, wasabi, carnivores, presents, snow, leaves, orchids, feathers, cappelletti, meat, fruit (all fruit), more del gelso (Morus alba L.), pigs, candles, christmas, polenta fritta!, separating egg whites from yokes in my hands, cartoons, dragons, the ocean, nudibranchi, cows, mercury (the metal), cosmos (the flowers), thunderstorms, Mika, turtles, acquariums, green and blue (mixed), siccamores, spring, snails, 24, porc with a sweet sauce (apple, cranberry, tomatoes jam), looking at a swimming pool upsidedown and underwater, english accent, open-minded people, driving, blue skies, checkered tablecloths, butterflies, books and cartoons in rhyme, painting eggs, the star-shadows that football players have, silver, laughing, Vivaldi, bells and chimes, white and purple, creating. Complete Happiness: Early morning. Sun, with a breeze; a pond with water lilies. A house, with a garden, full of plants. A vegetable patch, lemon, orange and mandarin trees. Cosmos everywhere. Birds in the trees; a tortoise eating the salad from the vegetable patch; a mammal (I couldn’t decide which one would make me happier) close by. No houses for as far as the eye can see. Me, a man that loves me and that I love. Friends coming over for a lunch that I have to prepare, and have all the ingredients for all ready in the kitchen.

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