Day 24 – The King of Wines
We woke up with a bit of cabin fever after spending 2 days in Knigel, so got ourselves out pretty early. We wanted to walk to La Morra (a hill top village above Barolo) through the vineyards, about 3kms albeit up hill. We got advice from the campsite, and set off on a walking trail that we were told was signposted and really easy to follow. Sure it is! We were lost within 10 minutes – the trouble with vineyards is that they all look pretty similar.
An hour later and we revert to Google maps, noting that we are probably now trespassing in a really expensive vineyard with a dog going crazy running in and out of the vines, and no idea where we are. I starting conjuring up images of Juno being shot by an irate farmer and Greg had the Godfather in mind (apologies to all Italians, we know that you aren’t all part of the mafia!). We tried desparately to think of the Italian translation of “Sorry” or “Lost” but nothing sprung to mind, so we were going with the Spanish versions with an Italian accent if found. Greg deduced that we were nearer Barolo than La Morra so we headed there instead. This meant trespassing through vineyards and hoping for an opening in the fence, which Juno cleverly found – phew! The hills around here do make any walk a bit challenging, but Juno had the time of her life. She appears to like wine as much as I do – that’s my girl!!
Barolo is the village from which the “King of wines” takes its name, although it is actually made anywhere in the Barolo wine district. Barolo is probably the most famous Italian wine, and arguably the best so there are many rules that wine makers have to follow before the wine can be called a Barolo. The village is in a valley and is perfectly set up to meet the wine tourists; we struggled to find anywhere to buy a soft drink following our walk although there was plenty of wine tasting on offer. The architecture is very pretty and the village is well looked after. We stopped for a late lunch and were pleasantly surprised that it was cheaper than we had found anywhere in France, and that included the lovely Barolo that we had.
Unfortunately, we didn’t make it to the Wine Museum although I probably prefer drinking it to seeing the equipment used to make it. We managed to find our way back without getting lost, back up the hills to the campsite. All exhausted, we sat to enjoy the view of the vineyards, well Greg and I did, Juno looked for and found suckers to throw things for her – at one time the campsite owner, his next in command and the reception guy were all fighting over throwing sticks for her, she is such a smoothie and doesn’t seem to be struggling with the Italian for “just throw it”. The wifi (or wiffee as the Europeans call it) seems pretty good here so we are downloading films and TV like crazy in anticipation of our inaugural movie night.