Being a professional student can be trying at times, but I think it's forcing me to be more productive. I go into work earlier so that I may leave earlier. Today, I rushed home so that I could fit in a trip to the Pru mall to pick up a gift for my boyfriend's mother, who turns 65 this weekend, and that's after we attend one of his best friend's wedding.
Busy--yes. Frazzled--at times. Still content in my choice--of course.
A broken sweat, a couple of blistered heels and a very fast-pace later, I'm walking to class along a block lined with movie trailers. No celebrity sighting to report, but the movie energy was thick, and all Back Bay passersby morphed into rubberneckers. As I had a brush with my "fifteen minutes" earlier this year, as an extra on the set of 21, nostalgia brushed my memory for a few seconds, and I wanted to stay and act again! But, class and real life beckoned...
Not a disappointment, however. Our guest lecturer was David Singer, wine educator/Certified Specialist of Wine/Master Sommelier Candidate. He was to cover Bordeaux and South-West France with his charming and many times humorous personality. Although I studied Spanish for six years, and unfortunately have never been abroad, I have a special place in my heart, palate and mind for France. Something about its terrain, varietals, and history appeals to me. It was once suggested it's because the varietals are that of which I recognize/am familiar with tasting...It's more than that.
It is not so easy to remember all of the regions when you have never studied French, let alone pronounce them correctly. It's made me struggle to grasp the essence of its history, geographic influences, strict wine laws, etc. Once I began taking that all in, I realized the romance. I was seduced by France, and the love affair is just beginning. I envy a "Chateau family" whose knowledge has been passed down for generations--wine is so ingrained that it could be genetic! It must be wonderful to be raised among the vines and know their secrets, and how to treat them just right so they'll bear their perfect fruit. We tasted wines from the left and right banks, blends of Merlot and Cabernet Franc, or Merlot and Cabernet Sauvignon, or Sauvignon Blanc and Semillon. As we buzzed through these tastings (except for when I attempted, with a blushing face, to target whether a wine was youthful or aging, and took a bit longer than was probably needed), I paid attention to comparing the previous pours to the current, trying to pinpoint the aromas and differences in hue that would prove markers for me in blind tastings later. But, I realize that I need to learn and have on hand in my memory all that is the base for these wines in order to show the taster these hints to their individual personalities. I must know if a river is nearby, or if the soil is composed of gravel or sand, etc. Then once I taste wet stone, petrol, or blackberry, I'll have a base of knowledge from which to provide an educated assessment.
As always, I'm too eager. I was born seven weeks premature, I've always been like this! But, I am starting to realize this about myself, and it has been studying wine that has provided this realization. You can't rush wine knowledge anymore than you can rush the entire process of wine from vine to glass. This process embraces the nature of time. I have to take this subject on as if I have a wine buzz, all mellow and comfortable tucked into the simple act of learning.