Gianpaolo Paglia took us to a cookout at a friend's last night. We had a blast. The host is a larger than life guy named Nari, who runs the English school and is captain of the cricket team. Aside from the horde of cricketeers (?), there was a sprinkling of local pezzi grossi, British and Italian expats, and wine people. The food was a pleasant mixture of Indian and Italian with great grilled sausage. The meat, wine and fine Scotch flowed in unlimited quantities -- that Nari was one partay animal. I kept thinking "What would Ghandhi do?"
Interesting conversation, great wine scuttlebutt and a very merry host made for a terrific evening.
Miraculously, no hangover for Strappo today.
We've been on the road south for 5 hours now, another hour or so to go. We're going back to Maschito, Basilicata, to taste the still-developing and promising Aglianico of Must-Carmelitano. I wrote about the wines last spring and was especially impressed by the wine made from the century vines of their best plot of land.
Meanwhile, as I read what's going on at home, I feel remote from it and sort of dreading to go back. Will there be breadlines, hoovervilles, riots in the streets, a complete police state? OK, I'm exaggerating. The news seems unrelentingly grim though. Worrying about the price and shipment of wine seems a lot more pleasant.
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