Piedmont Trip Report
Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 1:44 am
As we sped (at least by Australian standards) down the Autostrade from the ancient seaside town of Syracuse to Catania airport, weaving in and out of traffic like a true Sicilian, I was equal parts forlorn and excited. Our Sicilian adventure was coming to an end, marking 10 days of stunning turquoise beaches, captivating medieval towns, mouth-watering cannoli, the best antipasto plates in the world and perhaps most of all, some of the warmest, loveliest people we had come across on our travels.
The familiar site of Mr Etna with its ever-present plume of smoke somehow filled me with hope that one day I would return. But alas, Piedmont beckoned! Months of dreaming and weeks of planning was now just a short plane trip away. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit nervous – would all of my appointments logistically work out? Would the wines live up to their reputations? Would my wife be able to handle all the back-to-back tastings without getting bored (sacrilegious, I know)? I needn’t have worried.
We landed in Turin ahead of schedule and I literally ran out of the terminal to make sure I was first to the rental car check-in desk. They were running short on cars, so we got upgraded to a Mercedes – bonus! Our GPS then mistakenly took us on a scenic trip through the centre of Turin, which wasn’t all that unpleasant in the end, as it gave us a nice visual taste of a city I hadn’t yet been able to visit. There was a certain serenity and order to Turin that gave it a nice, welcoming feel. Perhaps we’d become too acclimatised to the chaos of Sicily!?
I would have loved to have stopped and explored a bit, but we’d managed to score an afternoon visit in Barbaresco so were on a tight schedule. The drive from Turin wasn’t really all that eventful to be honest. Even when the GPS said we were but a few kilometres away, I was ever so slightly concerned – we were still surrounded by relatively industrial looking villages and non-descript landscapes. Boy was I in for a surprise!
I’d brought along a copy of Kerin O’Keefe’s book “Barolo and Barbaresco: The King And Queen of Italian Wine” with its picturesque cover of the Piedmont country-side. I wasn’t prepared for the fact that literally everywhere I looked was as beautiful and idyllic as depicted on that front cover.
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I must say that Piedmont has some of the most dramatic and visually stunning scenery of all the wine regions I’ve visited. With the onset of autumn, the foliage had only just started to take on some brown and yellow tinges, but was for the most part a luscious green, thanks in part to the decent downpour of rain the prior week – apparently much needed after a stifling summer. A particular feature of the landscape was the spectacular amphitheatre-esque aspect of the best sites, with vines planted in order to access the full spectrum of sunlight and weather conditions. I won’t bore you too much with my commentary and instead let the pictures speak for themselves.
[img]http://i64.tinypic.com/b3mv6c.jpg[/img]
The familiar site of Mr Etna with its ever-present plume of smoke somehow filled me with hope that one day I would return. But alas, Piedmont beckoned! Months of dreaming and weeks of planning was now just a short plane trip away. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit nervous – would all of my appointments logistically work out? Would the wines live up to their reputations? Would my wife be able to handle all the back-to-back tastings without getting bored (sacrilegious, I know)? I needn’t have worried.
We landed in Turin ahead of schedule and I literally ran out of the terminal to make sure I was first to the rental car check-in desk. They were running short on cars, so we got upgraded to a Mercedes – bonus! Our GPS then mistakenly took us on a scenic trip through the centre of Turin, which wasn’t all that unpleasant in the end, as it gave us a nice visual taste of a city I hadn’t yet been able to visit. There was a certain serenity and order to Turin that gave it a nice, welcoming feel. Perhaps we’d become too acclimatised to the chaos of Sicily!?
I would have loved to have stopped and explored a bit, but we’d managed to score an afternoon visit in Barbaresco so were on a tight schedule. The drive from Turin wasn’t really all that eventful to be honest. Even when the GPS said we were but a few kilometres away, I was ever so slightly concerned – we were still surrounded by relatively industrial looking villages and non-descript landscapes. Boy was I in for a surprise!
I’d brought along a copy of Kerin O’Keefe’s book “Barolo and Barbaresco: The King And Queen of Italian Wine” with its picturesque cover of the Piedmont country-side. I wasn’t prepared for the fact that literally everywhere I looked was as beautiful and idyllic as depicted on that front cover.
[img]http://i65.tinypic.com/2lsuxk6.jpg[/img]
I must say that Piedmont has some of the most dramatic and visually stunning scenery of all the wine regions I’ve visited. With the onset of autumn, the foliage had only just started to take on some brown and yellow tinges, but was for the most part a luscious green, thanks in part to the decent downpour of rain the prior week – apparently much needed after a stifling summer. A particular feature of the landscape was the spectacular amphitheatre-esque aspect of the best sites, with vines planted in order to access the full spectrum of sunlight and weather conditions. I won’t bore you too much with my commentary and instead let the pictures speak for themselves.
[img]http://i64.tinypic.com/b3mv6c.jpg[/img]