Chapter 8

“I can’t see how it could.”

The next morning was a virtual replay of the day before, except we were both fully dressed by the time room service appeared with our breakfast. It was the same waiter as the day before, and he seemed a little disappointed. We guessed that he’d been looking forward to seeing us in our underwear again. We were downstairs waiting for the tour bus when it arrived, and during the course of the next five hours, we learned more about French oak versus American oak as pertaining to wine barrels than we ever wanted to know. We also got to taste an amazing variety of wines at several different wineries, and even though tasting consisted largely of sipping and spitting, we were both feeling a bit drowsy by the time we were dropped off at the hotel. The tour had included lunch, with wine, of course, and we were in bed asleep almost immediately after arriving back at our room.