Three weeks ago, I was sitting in a basement in Bari judging Italian wine made from any number of indigenous grapes. Today, I’m in West Texas, eating chicken fried steak and drinking Prosecco. Life is strange, ain’t it? But for my Italian friends, these past few days are the kind of experience I know many of them would give their I-teeth for. Imagine a 4th of July weekend in West Texas. For some it might seem foreboding. But it all depends on who you’re hanging with.
Highlights of the trip
A visit to an iconic ranch – one of Stephan’s childhood friends has a lovely ranch out near Forsan, Texas. The place is rich in oil, historically, and cattle ranching. And the home, lovingly built, stone by stone, by Mexican immigrants who got stuck there in the late 1800’s and had nowhere to go. So they hunkered down, and built a home for the ages. A pond Monet would die for, a house filled with any number of personal touches, so achingly dear that to leave the place was painful.
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