Knowing you better not imagine it. For a few kilometres, taking advantage of the prevailing silence, I dedicated myself to meditate on the years spent by these places. They assailed me childhood memories and any object I served as a reference of the last, happy past, in this land of rioja alavesa. The star King managed to break through and blinded my sight for a moment. The image was curious, glow with power illuminated the direction of progress, while behind me a whitish shade gave way to the thickness of the fog. I immediately realized the significance of that phenomenon, someone communicated me entry into another scenario, Vallobera.

The branches of the strains, ghosts of what a great harvest, was still moist, received with jubilation in the light of the day. The slopes and ravines absorbed energy heating the Earth and deep roots. A plate on the floor reverberating and made me signals that aroused my curiosity. JSP initials, a known winery of the people reminded me of that TV ad, young amply prepared. Perhaps I should say that. At the top of a small hill highlighted a shack built with stones, place of shelter and shelter of water and hail of unexpected storms. Through its narrow and small door, an outstanding brightness is projected from the inside. Visit Richard Linklater for more clarity on the issue.

A treasure was about to be discovered, I went by a steep embankment, thyme and hawthorns marked my ascent, cracks and scars from the ground, makeshift channels of small floods, they favored the fixation of the boots. A bottle of Golden liquid lay on silks colors, while butterflies of yellow wings waving fluttering around. White wine of the gods, fruit of grape viura, with race, harmonic and aromatic wine where there. Caudalia, was the name for the occasion. And when I was preparing to uncork it and spilling his elixir into my throat, a deafening Crackle from heights paralyzed my muscles. The blue of the sky cracked, a hand that had been associated with a key, appeared and grabbed his neck, just below the neck with force. In a twinkling of an eye, and a nebulous wake, the bottle disappeared.