Garnacha 2018

Steam issued from the radiator of the old touring car, wooden spoked wheels ground to a halt halfway up the road bisecting a vine-covered hill. The young man, samples of his sales items loaded carefully in the rear, looked at his pocket watch as the sun began to set. He wondered how he would make his morning engagement in the next town. As he took one more look at the now silent engine, he felt a tap on his shoulder. A young woman, long dark hair shimmering in the rays of the setting sun, held a bottle of wine and two small glasses. “Please join us for dinner and a glass of our wine,” she said in a friendly tone, “it looks like you may need it!” The young man smiled and followed her towards the wooden house in the distance, thinking that some things happen for a reason.