caves ouvertes

I look forward to Geneva caves ouvertes all year. As far as best-days-ever, it ranks up there with Christmas. This year, despite the unseasonal cold (39 F when we started) and my lingering sickness, was still pretty great. We weren't waiting for the doors to open at ten in the morning as we usually do, but wandered down to Dardagny after lunch for a few tastings. The rain didn't dampen our enthusiasm so we walked to the Essertines for sampling at two wineries we hadn't tried before. We took one final glass to accompany the walk home through the vineyards. 

Getting rain in my wine. Santé. 

missing may

Between bad weather, injury, and the most horrendous sinus infection I can possibly imagine, I'm getting a bit stir crazy. At least the trifecta hit all at once - it might be the only way to keep me resting in bed - waiting out the rain, icing the foot, and quarantined from spreading germs. After over a week of bad tv, stale pajamas, and three boxes of tissues, I couldn't wait anymore to go outside and get some exercise, even though my teeth and cheekbones still hurt. I've been a big wad of sickly complaining, but I think it's nearly passed. Fingers crossed.