That
afternoon we went out to explore the town and found a great little ‘bodega’
(winery) to visit inside the city walls. It was the same one that I had visited
earlier with Cristina, but this time in English and we were accompanied by some
British and Australian visitors. We went down into the cave to see how the wine
was made and the guide let us climb up the ladder to take a whiff of the wine
that was now fermenting in a big vat, waiting to be bottled. We then were
invited to taste the wine that was ‘brewing’ or oxidizing in the tank and
compare it to some 'winemaker’s wine' that they had made themselves. We were
informed that this special winemaker's wine doesn't have to follow any of the normal
rules that the other wines from the Rioja have to follow. For this, the winemaker's
can decide when the wine is at its best to bottle and to drink exactly to their
own taste preference.
That
night we went out for a tapa or two but decided because it was quite rainy that
we would relax and have a nice dinner in a beautiful restaurant in the town
square.
The
next day we woke up to a wonderful breakfast display laid out for us in the
breakfast nook of the house. We both commented how nice it was for once to eat breakfast
carefree in our pjs!
Zorione
came down to join us for breakfast and she informed us that we had a visit
scheduled to tour one of the bigger wineries in Laguardia that afternoon, the Ugarte winery.
As we
started our Spanish tour of the winery (the only one they offered that day), I
was translating pretty much everything the tour guide was saying, but I will
say that after a couple of weeks here, she was doing a pretty good job of understanding
all by herself! We walked through the caves where they stored all of the
specialty wines at just the right temperature and humidity. We then entered
into the storerooms where they kept the barrels of wine that were still
fermenting. There were rows and rows of barrels, reaching the
ceilings some 20ft high, all waiting until the perfect time to be bottled.

We were shown up to
the second floor where we went out onto a terrace and could see their vineyards
for miles and miles, and then it was off to the tasting. We tried one that was
'vino del año' (wine of the year) meaning that it has spent less than a year in
oak barrels and within a year is bottled and ready to drink. We then had a
'crianza', a young wine staying in oak barrels 12 months and then another
12 months in the bottle.
After our tastings, captivated by the beautiful
landscapes, we moseyed over to the restaurant that was also inside of the
winery for a delicious lunch, where each course was especially paired with a
different wine from their reserves. It was such a treat to enjoy such a
delicious meal surrounded by the picturesque backdrops of vineyards reaching
for miles and miles in all directions.
After
that we were on our way to our very last destination, my home for the last four
months, Logroño. We went straight to the house where I had been living and my
‘familia española’ welcomed me back with open arms. It was so nice for my
Mom to finally meet them! She was very excited to see how I had been living and
who I had been sharing these months of my life with. We dropped off some of my
suitcases, chatted for a while, and then were off to Fermín’s house to
introduce my mom to one of my intercambios and his wonderful family. We would
be staying the night there, so we entered with a couple of suitcases and the
family greeted us with smiles and kisses. We chatted for a bit, Fermín took us
to drop off the car, and then is was off to 'la calle' Laurel.
As we walked,
Fermín explained many of the different parts of the city to my mom and we even
got the treat of walking past the Río Ebro (river that runs through the town) and the stone bridge, two beautiful
parts of Logroño that I love. We met up with Crisitina and Zorione to ‘do’
Laurel Street, meaning popping in and out of little tapas bars that offer
specialty tapas and are packed with people enjoying their evening. It worked
out perfectly that we ended up being on calle Laurel on a Saturday night,
perfect for my mom to see just how it actually is any given weekend….FULL! As we
walked the street and found our way through the crowds, we stopped in two of
some of the most interesting bars on the strip I had ever been in. One offered
fried pigs ears and the other sardine and green pepper sandwiches. But again,
my mom was quite the trooper and tried everything!! So proud!
Tired
from many busy busy days, we said our goodbyes to Zorione and Cristina and
headed back to Fermín’s house. To put a perfect end to the night we shared a
wonderful homemade carrot ‘biscocho’ (cake/bread) that Norma had prepared and
coffee while having some lovely conversation with the whole family! The next
morning we woke up early and had a real American breakfast, with eggs, ham,
toast, and of course some more of that awesome carrot cake! They were very excited
to make an American breakfast while having ‘experts’, so they called us, in the house to make sure
they were preparing it correctly. And they did a perfect job!
The
door bell rang a bit later and it was Cristina, Andrés, and the kids ready for
a day in Munilla. I really wanted to show my mom Munilla, a town about an hour
outside of Logroño, where we had spent many weekends roasting peppers, digging
up potatoes in the garden, and enjoying the ringing of cowbells as the cows
grazed the surrounding mountain ranges. We arrived in Munilla and gave her the grand tour of the house, the surrounding landscapes, and the river that flows past the back
of the house. We
also headed up the mountaintop to get a good view of the whole valley as well
as show her the dinosaur tracks from ages ago. We ate a great lunch in Munilla
at the one and only restaurant there and then we were off to relax our feet in
the hot springs of the nearby town, Arnadillo. I am so thankful that I got to
show her that little part of my life here since it is a place that I really
enjoy so much!
Back
to Logroño we went and it was time to pack. Never a fun time, but thankful that
we were able to compact her suitcases down to just two for her long journey
back to the States. Being the bad daughter that I am, I asked if it would be ok
if we could just send her on a bus back to Barcelona, about a 5 hour bus ride,
and trust her newly acquired Spanish skills to get her to the airport. She
graciously accepted the challenge. Well, after a quite catastrophic sendoff at
the bus station (almost missing the last bus of the night), she was off on her
own to make it back home….and she did it perfectly!


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