What do Sicily and N.C. have in common?

Both of them have me waddling around in them in the next month.

And when I say waddle, I mean it. It’s a little faster than a dawdle, but definitely slower than an original-flavored walk. It’s the way a gaggle of wine writers moves through a vineyard, not unlike sheep.

The rumors you’ve heard (in the subject line of this piece) are true—I’m interrupting this regularly scheduled program of throwing North Carolina dirt in the air and going listen to me!!!!! to go to Sicily to hold a glass of wine and peer cautiously over my shoulder at Mt. Etna, known globally for her temper.

Lava moves very slowly from what I understand. Not so much a waddle as it is a creepy-crawl.

Waddling at Saint Paul Mountain Vineyard (photo by Taylor Greene)