Wines by the Sea
This is a picture of Picasso with his son. It was taken by Bob Capa, the Hungarian photographer, known mostly for his documentation of war. I bought a print of this photo because, for me, it captures a perfect moment, pendulating between fear and joy. And aren't we always trying to live somewhere in between? Here's a little lineup that captures that sun and sea balance, as we swim, dance, and dream under the late summer sun.
Rojac Royaz NV
Slovenska Istra, Primorska, Slovenia
Refošk and Syrah blend by the Adriatic in this unfiltered sparkling rosé, perfect with your early evening salad, an afternoon with friends, or really, all day long.
Tenuta La Favola Bianco 2015
Terre Siciliane, Sicilia, Italy
Hailing from the southeastern corner of Sicily, this Grillo/Catarratto blend gives you that fresh feel of a dip in the sea, emerging from summer awake and renewed.
Domaine Grand Corbière Gris Sable 2015
Sable de Camargue, Languedoc-Roussillon, France
From vines planted right in the sand, the grapes are harvested in the early morning hours - when it's coolest and the mind is clear. Grenache Gris/Blanc & Syrah, a gorgeous vin de sable rosé to drink all through September.
San Giovanni Castellabate Rosso 2013
Castellabate/Paestum, Campania, Italy
Sun-drenched Aglianico/Piedirosso sit seaside until Ida and Mario craft this rugged, textural beauty. It punctuates the meal with a zippy little comma, giving you a moment to reflect on the approaching beauty of fall.
Suggested (end of) Summer Reading: The Garden of Eden, Ernest Hemingway
[excerpt]
...Then he walked out and dove flat into the clear cold water and turned on his back and swam backstroke out to sea watching the beach beyond the steady beat of his legs and feet. He turned in the water and swam down to the bottom and touched the coarse sand and felt the heavy ridges of it and then came up to the surface and swam steadily in, seeing how slow he could keep the beat of his crawl. He walked up to the girl and saw that she was asleep. He found his wristwatch in the rucksack to check the time when he should wake her. There was a cold bottle of white wine wrapped in a newspaper and with their towels around it. He uncorked it without removing the paper or the towels and took a cool draught from the awkward bundle. Then he sat down to watch the girl and to look out to sea.
This sea was always colder than it looked, he thought. It did not really warm until the middle of summer except on the shallow beaches. This beach dropped off quite suddenly and the water had been sharply cold until the swimming warmed him. He looked out at the sea and the high clouds and noticed how far the fishing fleet was working to the westward. Then he looked at the girl sleeping on the sand that was quite dry now and beginning to blow delicately with the rising wind when his feet stirred.
Dreaming as always,
Kristen
