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It was beautiful, it looked like it was straight out of movie |
To entertain the masses (us), yesterday there was a trip/excursion/journey/etc to a "local" vineyard/winery and Sitges.
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One of the original wine makers |
The
Codorníu winery was absolutely massive. Producing some 60 million bottles a year, the facilities were on a scale from which I have never seen. There was an underground train to drive around the wine cellar in because it would simply take too long any other way.
After going around on this tour for roughly an hour and a half (?), they gave us each a glass of red "sparkling wine" and a glass of white "sparkling wine", which is basically champagne, but not from the champagne region
of france... So it's not as "oooo, fancy".
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This place had the craziest trees. |
Some people were also shotgunning them to get as drunk as possible
even though you aren't allowed to get drunk, or even drink on an excursion (expect for the two glasses they gave out). I cannot imagine shotgunning a glass of that, just repulsive.
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Hard to see, but there were palets of bottles for several miles |
Afterwards, my housemate and I met up with a few girls that were on the trip and got dragged around Sitges looking for bikini's and towels (not sure how we got ourselves into this). Eventually we ended up laying on the beach for a few hours and my housemate and I decided to go see if we could procure some comida (food).
We ended up at the sketchiest of Spanish hotels, trying to order food without a menu, from a waitress who didn't speak english. That whole meal was an adventure, so afterwards we decided to go back to the beach and do pretty well nothing for the rest of the day.
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