Wind is just moving air, and most of the time you can’t even see it. But every once in a while, that notion gets turned completely on its head and if you are lucky enough to catch sight of it with your own eyes, you come to a moment of understanding that words just don’t achieve. Last week in Mendoza, I got the gift of understanding on my way to a morning hike through the desert, and it reminded me of why we visit places and don’t just read about them or hear about them from our friends. And why reading about wine is not a substitute for actually visiting wine regions.
It being July, I was enjoying a respite from the usual heat waves in the US in the form of a set of chilly, winter mornings in Mendoza. When I stepped out of my hotel to meet my friends for some “trekking” (why are foreigners’ terms for things like “nature hike” often so much cooler than ours?), something seemed amiss. It was cool outside but not the way it had been. I hopped into my friends’ car and we headed for a short drive out west of town. All of a sudden, my friends say, “Well, we may not be trekking today – Zonda”. I had heard of this “hot wind” ever since I’d come to Argentina over 10 years ago, and I’d seen the aftermath of vineyards devastated by it; I’d even just heard about it the week before from my business partner, Nick, who recently had been stopped in his tracks (well, in his car) in the Uco Valley like he was driving through one of those Florida summer afternoon drenchings that shoo people to the safety of the underpasses because they can’t see 5 feet in front of them.
But I didn’t UNDERSTAND the Zonda until I saw it. As we drove west and hiked up to a small crest in the desert, we could look back to the east and see a swiftly moving cloud of dirt and sand 20 miles long, half a mile wide and moving at a serious clip. My brain gave me that “Ahhh..that’s what they mean” that changes one’s sense of reality and orientation forever. I’d had other similar moments – my first visit to the Napa Valley, my first visit to Stellenbosch—and yes, my first visit to Mendoza.
So the next time you read about a wine, hear about a great bottle from a friend, or even enjoy a glass at your favorite restaurant, make a note to call your travel agent, because wine is all about places, and you can’t understand places until you’ve been there. Buen viaje!





