Wine Tasting in Ensenada
Another day, another dolla’! And by dolla’ I clearly mean “city.” Another day, another city to explore. In this case, it’s even a different country. Welcome to Ensenada, México! Home of delicious wine.
I don’t know about you, but before a dear friend of mine from San Diego invited me on this excursion, I didn’t know that Mexico was a bit of a wine mecca. Mexico = Tequila. Amirite??
But here we were, going wine tasting in Ensenada. Yum, yum. All the wineries offer tastings throughout the day: some red, some white, all delicious. I sometimes have aspirations of being a wine aficionado, but it turns out, I pretty much like all wines; I’m not sure I have the refined palette such a career would require.
We headed for Mexico late Friday evening, all nine of us, two separate vehicles. I’m not going to lie, I was annoyed before we even got there. Or rather, before we even left San Diego.
As a almost-always solo traveler, I no longer have patience for this back and forth, no wait, I forgot something, do I need to bring…?, you owe me $3.26, sort of thing that is inevitable when you get a large group together.
We agreed to meet at 5:30 p.m.; we didn’t leave for Mexico until like 9:00 p.m. Having planned my day accordingly, and having already driven 150 miles to get to San Diego that day, by the time we got to Mexico, I was ready for bed: everyone else did shots of pepper flavored tequila (blech) and went out for tacos.
The next morning it was the SAME.THING. We eventually made it out of our casita at 2:00 p.m. and headed to the first winery. It was beautiful. The sun was shining and we had a little outdoor table where the wine man brought us our tastings. But we were now in a hurry. I’m pretty sure we were there for less than 20 minutes. I could have lingered all day.
By the second winery, I think we were all feeling a bit better. And we actually did linger there for a bit. But then we got hungry. Some of us even got hangry.
Dinner reservations were for seven, so we still had some time to kill and a third winery to hit. We headed for Cuatro Cuatros. In fact, we pulled into a drive labeled “Cuatro Cuatros” and yet somehow we didn’t end up at Cuatro Cuatros.
We ended up at some hip outdoor, hanging-off-a-cliff bar playing ambient music as the sun set over the ocean. Holy crap. It was beautiful. I ordered food. Someone told me not to ruin my appetite and I told him I’d ruin his face if I didn’t get food in the next 15 minutes. Okay, I didn’t say that. But I’m in my 30s. If I ruin my appetite stuffing my face with a burger an hour before dinner, then that’s my cross to bear.
Also, you have no idea the amount of food I’m capable of consuming.
The sun set and we finally headed for the restaurant. And it was delightful. I wish I remember the name. We ordered a lot of appetizers, several entrees, desserts and drinks and ALL.THE.THINGS. It was all very delicious. And besides being an outdoor restaurant and being a bit cold despite being wrapped in a down blanket, the evening was a pleasant one.
Then we all piled in and headed for the casa.
In the morning, someone decided we definitely needed to be back in time for the football game, so we got up absurdly early and headed for the border. I would have much preferred to walk down to the beach and put my toes in the water and soak up some Vit D, but I suppose that is the kind of sacrifice you have to make when traveling with others.
This kind of thing is what makes me so partial to solo traveling.
The border crossing took forever, but at least I was able to get some churros while we waited. We made it back to San Diego just in time for the game. But I headed out immediately, by myself, to get some tacos and hang out on the beach to soak up some Vit D.