Wine Country

 
We've spent the last few days in Curico, Chile, a small town way off the beaten tourist track and deep in the heart of wine country. And the only hard sell we've gotten was from the Gypsies in the town square who wanted to gift Zac with a gitana blessing.

Since we're in the middle of several Chilean vineyards, I was determined not to leave this place without seeing at least one and Zac, being the wonderful human being and husband that he is, made the trek with me (we opted out of taking the colectivo there), listened politely during the guided tour, and even manfully downed some tasters at the end. We found him some dark beer later to wash the taste out of his mouth.

When we're not wandering through town, unwittingly picking up stray dogs, we relax at the hostel. Their grassy patio is perfect for reading, writing and sunbathing. And it's convinced me that there's no better way to do your federal taxes than in Chile, in the sunshine, with half a bottle of wine at your side.