January 11, 2008

White Dog--like the rest of us--was a little taken aback as we peacefully rolled through Mexican Wine Country. At a dirt road junction, literally in the middle of nowhere, awaited a truckload of Federales in complete soldiering gear who insisted on searching our car for weapons. The wines at the next winery were enjoyed with a little extra gusto. Between military might and the strength of nature (rutted and severely questionable "roads") the afternoon turned into quite an adventure. Tim (and Michele) did a great job in their tiny Ford rental car. We all agreed we had earned a fancy dinner out...and the silly bad movie fest we watched together back on the beach.