Nuevo Camino. Pt.4.
Don't dance her down? Rias Altas Betanzos 2011. There comes a time when you know cheese, wine, beer, cider, bread, cured meats; ectcetra, and your knowledge can reform views on combinations in France, Italy, Croatia, Spain, ectcetra. Wow it feels nice to be useful but not conceited. Portugalleses taking the informed opinion of an angleterra and thinging a wave of some Riesling summer stylee. And so to bed? Yup. To be asked by either a Parisian or Madridian which counties wine is best is vainglorious and extremely blinkered. The locality of the vino, food, etc. It is always the Pays Pais Country stuff you should faggazal! I don't care I am alluring towards love for arnica that was chased from Mageride to Galicia! Oh right that's right 5am. Wherever there's a crowd there's a urge to wake earlier and earlier so I toliet and then return for a broken hour or two. At 7am the distance yawns before me like a sleepy cat. One day more to spend walking a long way in a race to...