“Hey Cari, let’s take a roadtrip to McLaren Vale to eat. And drink wine all day. K?”
I wish I could say I weighed my options with pluses and minuses and at least considered staying home to plow through my assignment. But why waste my time weighing options when I know darn well what my choice is going to be?
Ah, McLaren Vale, where the vines meet the sea and every day is a tasty adventure…
Leena, Adam and I began with a snack at Blessed Cheese.
A local cheddar, some smoked meats, local olives and pickles, a berry and a tomato onion relish. And…
…haloumi and zucchini patties with a yogurt and olive oil dip and a watercress salad.
We sampled some wines in “downtown” McLaren Vale and then headed to the Woodstock Winery. A whack group of Yankee-hating Australians heard our accents and dragged us to the stocks!
I really didn’t want to die because I heard the Woodstock shiraz is really quite lovely and it just would have been a shame to not try it before dying, so we put our heads together and made a heroic escape to the cellar door.
We then made our way through rolling hills…
…stopping for some photo opps….Pertaringa for another tasting and so Leena could buy some nasty fortified wine. Then we were off to Moana for their monthly market. I bought some herbs to plant on my deck. They’ve already died. Oops. Daddy, will you send me an Aero Garden?
We did some skipping on the beach near the Moana Market. We were just in such a darned good mood.
Weeeeeeeeeee! I learned from watching America’s Next Top Model how to jump gracefully while relaxing my face and limbs so as to appear natural and effortless. I think I did a good job here.
We then went for a walk along the ocean cliffs. Leena wasn’t pleased with this physical activity segment of our roadtrip but she got over it when Adam planted a big wet one right on her. Ewwwww!
Here’s me, the third wheel!
Every great trip starts and ends with great food. We hit up an Ethiopian number in nearby Torrensville called Abyssinian.
I ate too much food. It was totally worth it. I can't remember what any of the dishes were called. And I didn’t think about the impending due date of my final assignment even once all day. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.