Before we dive into the shenanigans from this leg of our trip, take a look at this video summarizing our entire stay in Rome!
Our last day in Rome began with a quick breakfast and a train ride to Frascati, a charming town just 30 minutes outside The Eternal City. We stumbled across a Frascati wine tour online for just 55 euro, and it included to-and-from train tickets, a tour of the city and the winery, a wine tasting, and lunch. It was absolutely amazing from start to finish. Check it out here: www.oldfrascati.com
Frascati is known for its wine; if you order the house white in a Roman restaurant, there’s a 90% chance it’s from this little wine town. They make red too, of course, but more on that later.
If you’re wondering how we fared on a wine tour after our previous night of excessive indulgement, the answer is “meh.” We struggled in the morning, but powered through and really enjoyed our time with Dominique, the tour guide, and our fellow tour goers.
Dominique kicked the tour off with an overview of Frascati and its history. A big chunk of the town was destroyed in World War II, so it was a mix of new and old with the general atmosphere of a kind, quaint place where most everybody knows each other. The first section of the tour included a few Frascati staples. We had just enough white wine to make us want more; a small sandwich with porchetta, a signature Frascati pork; and a tale of the Frascati ‘mascot,’ a cookie made in the image of a woman with three boobs.
The last stop had an old cellar where prisoners were kept long ago, but in Frascati, even prisoners deserve wine. The bars had an opening that could fit a decanter of wine:
From downtown, we headed to the Frascati winery. Our walk through the vineyard introduced us to Toby, a loveable old watchdog who wandered the grounds at his leisure. Toby and I got along quite well:
A fresh, odd-looking fruit grows in the vineyard (other than the grapes), and we sampled it. Despite its spiny exterior, it tasted sweet and a bit watery, kind of like a raspberry.
The family has been making wine for thousands of years, and it shows. The cellar was a gorgeous relic with a few modern touches, and the sitting room had minimal decorations and a few tables and chairs.
We were treated to a few slices of pizza and three glasses of wine: one white, one red, and another white with dessert. The couple across from us insisted that the first had “good legs.” I then turned to Erin to let her know that her legs were better. Each wine tasted amazing, and we ordered six bottles back to the states.
The tour ended with freshly made pasta and gnocchi at a local restaurant, and I kid you not, it was the best pasta I’ve ever had.
Reluctantly, we boarded the train back to Rome and enjoyed a cat nap. When we arrived back to the city, Mike and I succumbed to our urge to buy leather jackets. We succumbed to another urge shortly following that one and bought gelato. Finally, we encountered a large monument with a number of stairs and felt obligated to explore it. I have no idea what it was, but the views were a nice way to cap off our time in Rome.
In my next post, I head to Dallas for something equally foreign but much more rowdy. Hint: this post may be good preparation!
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