I accidentally interrupt the vineyard owner and wine maker eating his lunch on a shaded terrace. He shakes my hand with his garlicky one, happily opens his small ware house, lustily pours tastes of wine from opened-on-the-spot bottles. Then waves genuinely as we drive away weighed down with a few of his bottles clanking in the back of the car. In Languedoc, three hours by car, technically out of Spain and into France, but so close to the border, I'm going to let it slide. Try Poilhes and Roquebrun for super cute villages.
By Maia Pay Ozguc
Barcelona Impressions.Be curious. Be present. Be Barcelona!