This is the story of a bottle of wine that almost never was. A bottle that could have very well been filed under a wine tragedy if you will. Am I being a bit over dramatic? Perhaps. But in the end I think you will see what I mean. Filled with tears and desperation but an overall happy ending. It’s pretty much a Disney movie, only there’s wine.
In January of 2012, right after I had graduated college the previous December, I traveled to Spain to fulfill a needed course to graduate that I would have otherwise had to have taken the following spring. Also, I really wanted to study abroad but couldn’t afford a whole semester so this was the perfect opportunity to take a few weeks in a different country. Plus, who doesn’t want to go to Spain, drink wine, watch soccer and frolic in the Mediterranean Sea? People without souls maybe but I could be wrong.
Anyway, Spain was ridiculously amazing and lovely in every way I ever could have imagined. But, that is a story for another day. Our Food & Wine pairing trip started off in Barcelona for 4 days and then ended in Mallorca (or Majorca, take your pick) for the remaining 17 days. Mallorca is a beautiful island off the coast of Spain and has grown to be quite a tourist hotspot (but we were there when it wasn’t too busy so it was perfect). While in Mallorca, our class toured a winery owned by Vins Miquel Gelabert. There’s a neat article about him here. Or, you can also check out his website right here.
Like most Spaniards (Mallorcans??), Miquel was extremely welcoming to our class. He gave us a tour of the winery and answered any questions we had about his wines. Despite the obvious language barrier, you could feel the love and warmth radiating from this man and his family. We tasted wine and enjoyed the most delicious food prepared by his wife. I’m talking serious Spanish food like sausages.
I ended up bringing home a few bottles and I happened to drink the last one a few weeks ago. My boyfriend took it upon himself to open the bottle. Mind you, I had a bad feeling about this. I could feel it in my heart but I let him do it anyways. Well, lo and behold only half of the cork came out. Now, this could have happened for a variety of reasons so I don’t hold it against him. I am not lying in the slightest when I said there were tears in my eyes. It isn’t the worst thing to get cork in your wine but I wasn’t incredibly excited about the prospect of it, especially in a bottle that meant so much to me. So, I channeled my inner yogi, took a breath, said a few angry words and immediately started Googling a solution to this dilemma….
Find out what happened next week friends!