Picking my favorite glass of wine wasn’t even a contest. While traveling with TheWife and her parents, we visited Paterno di Calabria, the birthplace of TheWife’s Nonna, a short drive outside of Cosenza, Italy. I wanted to purchase a bottle of local wine to bring home for the rest of family to enjoy. After a humorous, hand-waiving conversation with a young man who worked at the town gellateria, I inquired about wine from the town Paterno and not the broader Cosenza region. (TheWife is an olive skinned beauty who immediately melts in with the locals, whereas I am known worldwide as “Senior Eng-lay-si”.) Through a series of gestures, our new friend instructed us to wait while he jumped in his Alfa and sped off into the hillside. About 20 minutes later, this young man drove up with a two liter bottle of homemade red wine from a small vineyard on his family’s property just down the road. The wine had been poured into a used bottle with its cork covered by aluminum foil. His gift to us was more than this light, fruity red wine. It embodied everything that is wonderful about wine – friendship, love and a passion for living. That is one glass that I will never forget.
Best, Joe Plonk
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