So, this Independence Day I found myself fighting off some bizarre ailment that felt exactly like a killer hangover. Only, I hadn't enjoyed the binge drinking madness that usually triggers three days of dizzy spells. And that means I missed out on all sorts of 4th of July fun. However, I did find one small consolation. The movie, Bottle Shock. This little film, which I hadn't had much interest in at the beginning, really took me by surprise. It was the enduring American spirit in this sleeper of a film that spoke to me. One small little vineyard, on the brink of failure, rose from the ashes to take the grand prize in a blind taste test against a formidable collection of French wines. I'll toast to that!
Ciao,
Lucie
