Inspired by Ashley's Chianti à la Mohegan Sun.

After every concert in this camp there's a wine tasting. And there are quite a lot of concerts. Law of syllogism here, my lovelies.

Sooo I've had a lot of wine here. It's lovely. I never used to like it, but yeah. It's very nice. Not like those crappy American wines. The wine I've had isn't exported out of Bordeaux, which is pretty sweet.

My consensus: in Bordeaux, vin blanc>vin rouge. The end.

Except not really. So I've taken several photos here- 47, to be exact. I'll upload some of them when I get home, which is on the thirtieth. Evening or night, depending on my plane.

Yeaaah. Um. I'm zombie-ing. Not quite alive yet, but maybe two-seventeenths of the way there.