Alquézar, turquoise, red, brown, green. A medieval village on a hill. Pomegrante trees, wild. Window boxes overflowing. Hiking through the canyons, Pasarelas del Vero.
The feeling of the sun in late September.
The air was so fresh; it was palpable. The gazpacho was the most rich that I’ve ever tasted.
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We toured a winery outside of Alquézar while we were there, Enate. The wine was incredible, but moreso, the art. Every wine created is given to a local artist, who paints his/her interpretation of it. That artwork is the label of the wine for life. It’s so creative, so different. To be able to taste wine, and to also taste art.
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