Rd 32 - Vinho Verde, Beverage - Wine
Like i said before, i aint a wine guy. But my '75 trek thru Iberia introduced me to the PERFECT beverage for meals.
The goal of the final leg of my journey thru Europe was to hitch from France to Malaga, Spain, take a ferry to Morocco and join all that Marrakeshiness going on back then for a while and either stay there forever or go home from there. I did not know at the time that the not-yet-dead Franco's Spain was very much NOT hippie-hitcher-friendly, which made the going very slow and, past Catalonia, somewhat hostile.
To pay it off, once we got to Malaga we found that customs (either Spain or Morocco or both, i dont remember) had found an ingenious new way to control the hashhead traffic between the two countries. In a twist on the old must-be-this-tall carnival limitation,, they would allow no one with hair past a certain length on the ferries. It worked for me - i prized my rock & roll locks more than the rock & roll party i expected in Marrakesh, so Morocco was str8out.
I did not want to end my Eurotrek with a defeat, however, so i took a train to Lisbon, which seemed the best option to others of my kind who'd been turned away. Instant victory for, just as Portuguese is said to be Spanish with loose dentures, multi-ethnicism had slackened its Inquisitional ways much more than its neighbors on the peninsula. We found fishing villages curious of our manners and hungry for our shkoodos (the coolest-sounding money ever) and the paradise where i've long wished my travels ended forever, right there in the Algarve as i'd hoped they would in Marrakesh.
Maybe the coolest thing, though, was that a full bottle of "wine" cost less than 50 cents American and it didnt taste like wine!!!! Now, the wine sense of the average hippie revolved around Mateus. Lancers in the jug, Blue Nun & Chianti (for the future candleholder), if not Mad Dog & Boone's Farm. My sojourn on the continent had exposed me to better but hadnt improved me (tannins & smoketongue just dont go) and this cheapo beverage was the opposite of bitter-for-the-savings.
I like grassy flavors. Peas out da pod, Spanish olive oil, green papaya & chiles cited in Foodapalooza™ alone. And much of the wine of the Douro is bottled so quickly that you can still taste a little vine. Plus, there's a hint of fizz! Twas really Snapple before its time. And importers kinda co-operated on the pricing til very recently - it went grrrreat w Mexican food and i could still get a bottle for $3 when i left NM a decade ago. Respingo!