And so it was off for wine tasting, badly needed after our week in School!. Our first stop was in a little town called Haro which is entirely devoted to the wine trade, plus the night we were there it was also devoted to Soccer, unfortunately for us,( Espana V Irlanda in Euro 2012) but we joined in with our fellow Irish supporters in Poland and had to sample a few vinos due to the night that it was, couldn’t resist a pincho and vino for €1. As we were the only two Irish supporters in the bar and possibly the whole town, they took pity on us and offered us free vino to bear the burden of our defeat!.Very novel to watch the match through Spanish and we were trying to pick up on as many new words and phrases as possible, we did’nt do too bad . Sadly can’t say the same for the Irish team.
Haro has some very novel statues dotted around the town, all relating to the traditional skills that would have been found in the town over the years.
We visited the Museo de la Cultura del Vino which is the best single visit for anyone interested in Rioja wine with its impressive museum at the Dinastia Vivanco family bodega. It covers every aspect of wine production that anyone would need to know, plus at the end it has its ‘tasting bar’, Merv was in his element being a Rioja lover.
Nine years ago we visited a lovely little town in this area called LaGuardia, so we went back for another visit. Its a lovely little spot stretching along the crest of a low ridge overlooking the vineyards and what is super it is still surrounded by its medieval walls. We spent a night here, parked up by the city walls , overlooking the view below us and strolled into the town late in the evening for a few glasses of vino, here only 60 cent a glass. It was such a lovely warm balmy evening all the locals were sitting outside on the little cobbled streets, chatting and having fun, a very friendly and picturesque place indeed. The next morning it was equally as beautiful with the sun beaming down on the cobbles, people drinking coffee and doing their shopping.!
When we were in this area before we bought some lovely Reserva in a bodega called Heredad Ugarte, so back we went for a few more bottles, not sure just how long they will last in the Mog if Merv has his way. They certainly won’t make their way back to Straffan.