California and Wine

 Here is my theory: when flying time is suspended. Think about it. Right now, I am flying across the country from Massachusetts to California. I left at 5:20 pm; but in the air, that time doesn’t exist because instead of gaining time, I’m losing it. Clearly, I’ve been reading Pattie Smith’s biography Just Kids—a story of lost and searching souls who struggle with discovering themselves in New York City.

Anyways, what I’m trying to say is that sometimes life just brings you bizarre journeys and paradoxes. But somehow, you just have to go with it. Stuck somewhere in this odd paradox of traveling I arrived in California late at night. I decided to wait outside because it was a warm evening and the airport was just too stuffy—in Massachusetts the weather has been in the 50’s and raining. My sister and her family picked me up and then we drove two hours to her house.

Today, we went wine tasting. Until to today, I had never been. It was a different but cool experience. I felt very grownup about the whole thing. I discovered that I liked sweet desert wines and modern red wine.

Wines I liked:

Ceago: 2010 Muscar Canelli, 2009 Sauvignon Blanc, 2007 Late Harvest Semillon

Brassfield: 2010 Eruption, 2005 Zinfandel, and Late Harvest Desert wine.