One thing that humans the world over have learned in the last 18 months is that instead of getting excited about upcoming events, we should always be preparing our hearts for potential shattering. And yet, is that a reason to stop making plans? Perhaps it is. But encouraged by my wife who had noticed certain, um, irregularities in my personality, I booked flights to Germany with the intention of simply spending time alone in the most inspiring nature that I know of. That being said, I have friends in German wine country who I felt obligated to notify about my plans. Bit by bit, the schedule of my short trip became absolutely packed with visits to winegrowers, interspersed with Covid-19 tests. In other words, it became a trip consisting of immeasurably stimulating and fulfilling work—and Covid-19 tests. But I never allowed myself to believe that it was actually going to happen until I saw Frankfurt airport in the rearview mirror of my rental car.
Memories of a Hot Summer
Electric Scooters Hijack Brains of Operators!
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There is a parallel pandemic sweeping urban centres of the nation, and experts say that the potential consequences could be catastrophic.
Eye-witness accounts from Vancouver to Halifax have reported that armies of electric scooter operators, their faces invariably expressing vacant, imbecilic glee, are overrunning the streets, sidewalks and alleyways of our cities.
Metrovino's German Riesling Manifesto
German Riesling is absolutely unprecedented in its versatility, and no other style of wine is great in so many different ways. Riesling succeeds on a vast continuum of sweetness, ranging from bone-dry to lusciously sweet, and every single step in between. And along each point of this continuum, perhaps excepting the very sweetest, one will find slim, willowy wines as well as those of great weight and richness, and all that lies betwixt. This is to say that any given vintage in Germany will produce wines that range from 6-14% alcohol, covering everything from gossamer delicacy to raw power.
Use a Bell, Mate!
“Woah! You should use a bell, mate!”
Aside from greeting my cats, these are often the first words of the day that I speak aloud. I'm on the bike path early in the morning, grateful for the beautiful sights and smells that accompany summertime fitness. The sun starts to rise but the wind hasn't caught up yet, and critters of the river valley scuttle and flit about. Inevitably, I'll hit a section of the path that's been compromised by obtrusive tree roots. Pedalling fast and dodging the incidental speed bumps, my trajectory temporarily becomes unpredictable. Just then, an unannounced spandex-clad speed-demon overtakes me on a bike that's worth more than my house.