Are you ready?
Drink wine and eat cheese.
No? That’s not a real thing, you say? Well, who asked you anyway?
Last weekend I went on my first wine tour in Yarra Valley (a popular wine region in Victoria). And, it was a pleasant time.
I was expecting to be all fancy pants, and carefully and mindfully taste different types of wine and spit it out and refresh my palate with water and then repeat.
But that’s not exactly how it happened. It went more like this:
“Wine! Wine! Gimme! Gimme!”
I didn’t really learn anything – except that maybe 10 different tastings adds up to about two-ish full glasses of wine.
I also learned that when you’re tasting wine, you should always go for the most expensive ones.
Yarra Valley was gorgeous – absolutely stunning, and there was wine. The day was beautiful, and there was wine. The sun was out, and there was wine. The people were nice, and there was wine.
Did I mention that there was wine?
I’ve heard many tales about how Aussies have a “laid back, care-free” lifestyle, and I never knew what everyone was talking about until I went on this wine tour.
The day started off with beautiful Yarra Valley scenery viewing.
This would be the part where I’d tell you all about the five fancy wines I tasted. Only I can’t because I can’t remember. Or maybe I wasn’t listening. Or maybe I was just distracted with all the wines.
I can, however, tell you how they tasted (from what I remember).
One was bitter. A few were sweet. One, in particular, was really sweet – tasted like candy or a glass full of sugar or a fancy-schmancy cocktail. I could drink a whole bottle of that stuff – whatever it was called.
While taking in the scenery, I noticed that the majority of the crowd on this wine tour was American. Now, you would think this is normal but I’ve hardly met any Americans since I’ve been in Australia. I’ve meet a few Canadians, tons of Germans, Brits, and others from various European and Asian countries. But Americans? Hardly any. So I was quite surprised when they were all on this wine tour.
After our first stop, we briefly went to some type of chocolate factory where I had ice cream (espresso chocolate) and then had to eat it really, really fast because it was melting really, really fast and dripping all over my fancy-schmancy dress (a dress that you all made me buy because of your comments in this post and where you were all OMG-YOU-MUST-BUY-THE-DRESS).
During lunchtime, we had a choice between a few different (but similar) restaurants. I wandered into one of them and saw a sign that said “cheese” and I became really excited because if there’s one thing in life that I appreciate more than anything, it’s cheese
While I was taking pictures of all the cheeses, the host of the tour invited me to join her and a group of people from the tour for lunch.
The menu was quite pricy, but since a bunch of us were splitting everything, it wasn’t that bad. We ordered a fancy cheese platter along with a fancy bottle of white wine. It was a 2013 Innocent Bystander Pinot Gris. And the only reason I know that is because I quickly jotted the name down before the waitress took the menu away.
It was in this moment when the sun was shining on me and I was trying to eat more of the cheese than anyone else without anyone from my table noticing while casually sipping my glass of fancy pants wine, I felt relaxed and at ease.
This type of feeling is very rare for me as I am a very intense, paranoid, worry-about-everything type of person.
Everyone else also seemed to be relaxed and “care-free” as well.
And I think it was because of this:
Also, I’ve decided that life is a whole lot better with wine. Like, really good fancy pants wine. None of that $5 drug store crap.
Have you ever gone a wine tour? Do you love wine? Share!