Meanwhile our Italian counterparts, many of them, have unplugged and are at the beach. I envy them this time of the year, with long slow mornings, a leisurely caffe, a sun and a swim and then maybe a roll around town or the island. Then lunch and maybe a nap, followed by maybe another sun and swim working up the appetite for dinner. But dinner is hours away, no need to rush it. After all, it’s August, this is the time to log-off and recharge. Time to re-connect.
You don’t need an island or even a beach, although it is much easier and pleasurable. What one really needs is the ability to quiet the mind, stop the chatter and let the inessential crap float away.
Over the past week, I have been tasting more and drinking less, just a casualty of a busy week. But the wines I have been really falling for have been a surprise to me.
A Cabernet/Merlot from Trentino, a Barbera from Asti and a Montepulciano from Abruzzo. Aside from the individual wine, and what they are can be important, for now let’s move beyond the label. When I taste a wine that sends me to the place where the grapes are grown, it really brightens my day. It is like I am coming into contact with something on this planet, making a connection with something bigger than myself and my problems. Not to trivialize the horrors all around us and bury my head in the sand, but sometimes it gets to be too much. We all have personal crisis from time to time, and more often we have challenges and disappointments to more than counter-weigh the joys and successes. Life is not easy. Not to shy away and disappear in a dark room because of it, but perhaps taking a little less of the world in on a daily basis, at least the high chatter that is so pervasive around all of us, that is something I am focused in on these days. And that is where wine comes in.
I will not be in Italy this summer, it just isn’t meant to be. But the summer pageant comes and goes. It will be there next year if I can make it. Until then, I pray I have the occasional quietude of being to be able to stay open to the messages and messengers Italy sends to her sons and daughters scattered across the earth. We cannot all be there all the time, but as long as we know there is a connection, it is a sumptuous meal that can nourish and encourage any and all of us through it in easygoing times or in times that are challenging. And I am listening.
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