My Pentax DSLR’s meeting the concrete a little too up close and personal last year was, let’s just say, not good for its picture-taking health.
This is “as is” with no corrections, and once again, I apologize for any typos and any gibberish.
About 350 of my closest blogger friends and I decided that we couldn’t live without spending a week in perfect weather!
Thanks to Tim for hooking me up about information on The Daily Meal’s list of 101 top wineries in the
It’s still about a month and a half away, and that makes me feel like a child waiting for Santa. Oh. Wait…
“It’s California,” I said to myself. “How hard could it be?” It was pretty damn challenging as it turned out. “This was a walk in the park,” said no CWAS student. Ever.
While the visit to Caesar’s was pretty horrific – in fact, I haven’t returned – the one jewel was the glass of Calera Pinot Noir which was presented to me to make up for all of the Wine Fubars they had committed.
Was it genuine respect, damning with faint praise, or was I being overly skeptical of the tone of Wine Enthusiast’s gushing press release? You tell me.
July, in my opinion, is the convection oven of the Las Vegas year. It’s not Chamber-of-Commerce-poster-child time here in Sin City.
That being said, I was going to go to at least four to five wineries/olive oil producers each day, take lots of pictures, and document everything carefully and thoroughly. Well, two out of three ain’t bad.
Meanwhile, I have a gazillion pictures, hours of videos, and pages upon pages of notes and observations to sift through as I share my experiences during this wonderful trip.
Something has happened during my time here, and that’s called “resting.”