No, really, not a metaphor, it’s like so grey it’s dark at noon. It was…
Lunch in the Country
Dawn from our deck, Valparaiso in the distance |
Pelicans on a rocky outcrop about 30m from the hotel |
The Casablanca valley lies between Santiago and the coast. Most of the finest wines in Chile are grown in the dry, hilly valley. We decided to explore a bit. Rather than visit a number of vineyards we went to one which was a restaurant, representing several small producers.
Casablanca Valley |
Casa de Vins |
If you compare Casablanca with, say, Australia, France or South Africa, I’m afraid they all come out ahead. But it was still scenic, albeit with a freeway running through the centre…
Casa de Vins had a really welcoming dining room and deck |
Cream of lentil soup with truffle oil and house made ricotta stuffed ravioli |
Ceviche. Not my thing but SS said it was excellent |
Lobster and prawn risotto. In a half pound of butter. |
An SS favorite: Seared tuna on couscous |
Our lunch was superb! Except for SS’s dessert: A wonderful orange ice cream and raspberries but on a homemade granola bar. What’s that all about? Are we at a spa? This is supposed to be a holiday!
We had a lovely stroll around the grounds then drove back to Valparaiso and spent a long time at Pablo Neruda’s house.