This week I went to Dijon with my dad. Even in the winter, the acres of fields are more picturesque than I thought possible. I can’t even imagine how beautiful it will be when the fields are flowering. By the end of the week I had become the ultimate wine snob and was dropping phrases like tannic and cote d’or left and right. Although now that my parents are back in Denver, I am back to the 1 euro wine. A least it was nice to have the week off from the cheap stuff and live the good life in Burgundy!