I Don't Believe In Much, But I Believe In Old Vines
The first of several essays from Rioja during harvest season.
There are good years and bad years. This has been a bad year, a very bad year, in so many ways. No, I am not just talking about wine. At least, not in the facile way that wine people usually talk about years. I write this from my little balcony on the Plaza del Mercado in Logroño, the capital of Rioja, l…