Last weekend I cruised up to northern Arizona to tour a couple wineries with some friends. While the wineries ranked from “Oh my. Is that dog peeing? Inside?! AY! We’re so out of here.” to “Wow. I feel like I’m on the set of Brothers & Sisters. Now where is that tasty Senator?” it was worth the journey.
Wine in Arizona is definitely not like wine in northern California or South Africa, but hey — we are into buying local and celebrating small business. And if I have to drive to Sedona — one of my favorite places — and have dinner at one of my favorite restaurants to do so, then by all means. Count me in and pour another glass.
This week, I’m freakishly focused on tri-training, sewing and getting my house in order for another trip abroad in a few weeks. Mmm… Bolivian wine.
Something tells me mid-race I may have wished I drank less and trained more. Something also tells me when I’m on my death bed, I’ll be glad I celebrated life.
~K