We were enjoying a breakfast with a plate full of tropical fruits and coffee when our car appeared at the door of Casa Sarahi in Trinidad, the colorful colonial city of Cuba. A young and a handsome man; Jerluis Vera introduced himself as our guide for the day with his flawless English. The plan was to go for hiking and visit a coffee farm on our way. Once I learned that Jerluis’s family owned a farm, I was quite excited to shoot many questions.
Exactly one week later, at this very moment, Stage 1 assessment will be over.
There is a lot of panic going on over the last few days. Although many of us spent incredible effort in studying, it is hard to say “I am ready.” I sort of feel like playing Whac-A-Mole – excited but also tired from time to time. One feels like having the control of rootstock topic, and then suddenly freaks out that HACCP details are forgotten! An endless repetition of many subjects helps the learning process but also damages our minds in another way, like waking up in the middle of the night and googling the cost of fining agents. I have recently found myself at Coop and although I tended to buy bread and eggs, I ended up buying all the sparkling wines in the store regardless of the cashier’s weird glance at me. Panic not only damages one’s psychology but it also empties the wallet. 🙂
I’ve always loved films about cities. However, ‘Lisbon Story’, one of the greatest movies of Wim Wenders, has always been special for me. The film starts with the road trip of Philip Winter, a sound engineer, going from Berlin to Lisbon. Friedrich Monroe who is a film director and a friend of Winter, sends him a postcard to ask for help to finish his black and white movie about Lisbon. However, when Winter arrives, he cannot find Monroe, who is suffering from writer’s block. Winter decides to stay in Lisbon at Monroe’s apartment and starts recording thesounds of the film. He discovers the small streets of Portugal, the imperfect oldbuildings with colorful doors. He meets this beautiful Portuguese singer Teresa who impresses him with her beauty and voice. (with the great sountrack of Madredeus) He walks all around the city, collecting sounds and reads the poems of Pessoa in the evenings. The vintage yellow tram, the kids playing on the streets and the laundry hanging out between the apartments all represent the Mediterranean culture. Nothing is perfect, but all is very natural. This film reminds me of my first experience with wine, how I was enthralled when I discovered that this beautiful drink is mainly affected by its cultural surroundings. And yet yesterday, when I entered Zunfthaus zur Zimmerleuten for the Grand Portuguese Tasting organized by Vinum, I was thinking about the scenes of Lisbon Story. Because I knew, I was going to taste wines made by lovely people from different villages of a warm Mediterranean culture.
It was 17:30 in the evening; I was listening to ‘Begin the Beguine’ by Ella Fitzgerald and I finally jumped on the Piccadilly line. It was the rush hour and I found a spot to squeeze in with my small bag and two boxes of wine glasses. I could feel the weight of the flashcards in my pocket. I suddenly noticed that I had a big smile on my face. I couldn’t believe that my journey as a wset diploma student was over. (more…)