Pinot Noir for Horacio
After Michael and I got gas and were on our way we passed by a sign for Pinot Noir Grapes. Before I had left Atlanta, Horacio our Argentine, Tango instructor and wine connoisseur was waxing on about Oregon Pinot Noir so we pulled into the little Wy’East winery and had a wine tasting. Well I say we, but really Michael watched me taste the wine since he isn’t 21 quite yet. I bought Horacio a bottle of the good stuff, the one that was made from the grapes of the old vines.
I didn’t get a chance to give it to him yet. When I got home, I was jet lagged from taking a 6AM flight back to Atlanta (what was I thinking, I had to get up at 3:30 AM to catch that flight), and I was also really sad, missing Michael and wishing he were not so far away. So I stayed home and unpacked rather than go to Tango that night. Horacio will have to wait till next week to get his Pinot Noir from the Columbia Gorge.
