Wine is the meanest thing ever.
Today, we took an excursion (the college word for field trip) to two bodegas in the area (I think the English word for bodega is vineyard. I don’t really remember English right now). So, I’ve never consumed alcohol before this trip so the taste of wine was very new to me. First of all, it appears to be really yummy looking grape juice. I happen to love grape juice, so I took a giant swig expecting Welch’s. Wine is nothing like Welch’s. It’s a dirty, dirty, fake. Here’s a fun picture of my reaction. My pal Jasmine captured it.
And I’ve been looking, but Welch’s doesn’t seem to sell their grape goodness in Spain, which is extremely sad to me. I guess I’ll be checking all the super mercados until December….
On the plus side for my American Amigos that happen to enjoy the taste of vino, the first bodega gave all the students free bottles of some red tinted something or other, so if you want it go ahead and call dibs. 🙂 Assuming you’re over 21 of course…I’ll have to figure out how to bring it home, but it’s yours!