After almost three months separated from my
first love – wine – we have finally been reunited. It took me three days to express
enough milk to buy me six whole hours of breastfeeding free time so that I
could partake. One kind of bottle for me and another for Orion. My friend
Lorren was visiting us from Australia this week and she, like me is a bit of a
wino so we thought a day visiting the wineries of La Geria was in order.
First of all let me say, if you hold a
similar love for vino and you are ever on the island, put La Geria at the top
of your list. Not only will you try some great wines (stick to the whites in my
opinion) but also have a feast for the eyes. The area backs on to Timanfaya
National Park to the east and it’s an incredibly unique landscape shaped by the
volcanic eruption of Timanfaya from 1730 – 1736. Basically what you’re looking
at is a vast area of volcanic ash, which makes you think you’re on the moon
rather than in the middle of a thriving wine region.
The landscape is made up of pits in the volcanic
ash for the vines (empty at the
moment) which each have a small half circle stone wall around them for wind
protection. The result is quite stunning and something a photo doesn’t capture
so hightail it over here to check it out.
Alvaro was designated driver and chief baby
feeder (gracias) and the day was more than worth those extra ten minutes to
express milk a couple of times a day in the lead up. Ironically Orion didn’t
want to eat for nearly four hours after the first bottle and I was beginning to
think the milk would turn bad and the little one would be left in a dilemma
with the options of getting a little drowsy from my milk or going with nothing
at all. Thankfully he came to his senses and scoffed down the second bottle
right on the time mark and then promptly demanded more shortly after. A word to
those giving this a try – always leave another feed at home in the fridge just
in case you want that one last drink.
My one last drink was indeed fabulous, the Caipirinha, and drunk I have to say in a truly fantastic place
- the side of a quarry. London, Paris, Sydney hang your heads in shame - Lanzarote
has the best cocktail bar I’ve visited. It’s at LagOmar, which is also a
museum, art gallery and restaurant.
Think exposed stone walls and white washed concrete mixed in with a
little Arabian Nights and Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom and you are
there.
Reminding me I’m a now a mum incase I was
feeling a little too cool in the bar was Orion and his bottle. He wanted it and
it was cold. And God forbid there be a tap with hot water around. So despite the fact we already had a
baby in a cocktail bar we extended our ridiculousness a little further when I
spent several minutes waving his bottle in front of an outdoor heater where two
German women were trying to enjoy their beverages. They seemed to understand my
predicament, or at least they pretended to as I completely invaded their
private space to warm the milk. Whatever the case, I know this - I’ll take a sideways glance over a
crying baby any day.
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