Drunk In Charge
July 4th 2008 What´s red, sticky, stains most of your clothes and turns a pleasant pootle on a bicycle into a death defying danger sport? Well, wine of course. More specifically I´m referring to Mendozan Malbecs.
We arrived in Mendoza from Bariloche grateful for the vast improvement in climate ("I can feel my fingers! I love you, fingers!"), and ready to take on the best that the region has to offer...
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