Wine...it's what's for breakfast.

So this weekend, somewhat bummed out about having to live vicariously through my friends who are in Naples this week, I decided to channel my energy into something other than pouting. We packed our bags and attended a wine lover's weekend complete with tastings, vineyard tours, and case-load sales on the crimson drink.What a better beverage to drown your sorrows in than wine?  It is the magically delicious foot-stomped concoction that has the ability to turn the clumsy into the choregraphed and the tongue-tied into talkers.  Wine can make us shed weekday inhibitions and inject our once-sleepy dreams with gusto.  It has a myterious way of turning on the music of our minds and somehow infuses our souls with the soundtracks of our life.  It can make our mundane existences come alive with animation, it makes me want to love, to live, to laugh...
So it wasn't Tuscany.  But it was a three-day breather for the both of us  The winding hills of the country and the wonders of a roadtrip that somehow always open the road to conversation.  We drank, we reminisced, we loved.  Our full-bodied weekend ended on a sweet and light note with a deliciously smooth finish....yep, I'll have another glass of that...
Bouna Lunedi, a tutti!