Where You Go, Wine Will Follow
“It’s a rite of passage,” a friend told me matter-of-factly. “Every Aussie has to do it.”
That was the line I found myself repeating to my husband to convince him that driving ourselves, our seven-month-old baby and our Jack Russell Terrier across Australia in a camper van was a good idea. It worked. And indeed, it turned out to be a good idea.
But I found myself in a predicament only a fellow wine lover might understand. What to do with the contents of your cellar when uprooting your life?
The answer? Drink it.