As I pedaled along the riverside bike path on a clear and sunny day, I couldn’t let go of the feeling that something about this riding just felt different. I was leading our Rhine River Cruise biking trip last summer and the thought kept dancing in the corner of my mind, ever-present as the smile that wouldn’t leave my face. Finally, it dawned on me.
Whether it’s swapping stories with a friend or traveling with a group of Backroads guests on our Douro Valley River Cruise, I can’t help but share all the fascination and stories about port wine production and the country of Portugal. It’s all just so darn good.
I write from the Provence leader house, amid a low murmur of convivial kitchen banter and stovetop smells. I’ve brought a bottle of wine to contribute to this homemade chicken soup dinner, so my hands are free from cooking tasks. And so I sit and I think… as another season winds down.