Being on the Road, writing about le vin. Soon, my present. I want to see wine in all its facets and forms, voices and songs. Everywhere. Chase it, to extend my story and appreciate life with more wholeness and worldliness. Journaling all wined sights, and sights as a result of the wined jaunts around la planète.
Maybe it is a dream, but not for much longer. I’ll be everywhere, writing everywhere, in old castles and buildings, villages and huts, on the lives there, not so much and often the wine. I’ll be there with bottles, writing about them, but the intent is predicated on Human Beings, lives, the thought, learning from the act of travel and intersecting with characters I would have otherwise not met.
No more dreaming.