by Hoke » Mon Nov 26, 2007 7:58 pm
Sitting in the middle of a thunder and lightning extravaganza in the high mountain tropics of Central Costa Rica, enjoying a tempestuous show, Nature's son et lumiere at its grandest and most terrifying...
We huddled under the broad eaves of the Hotel Buena Vista, perched on a high ridge overlooking the stretch of valley and capitol city of San Jose below us. We could only now and then catch a glimpse, a peek, a wink between the scudding clouds among and below us as the storm whipped through. Squalls of rain, the strobe flash and almost instant corrugated thutter of close thunder that follows, painful immediate brightness searing the eyes, followed by intense, immediate black.
But we're okay, huddled up in our sturdy hotel room, snug and sound. You might say it's a stark and dormy night. (sorry)
Gail has lovingly cared for her last bottle of treasured Hiedsieck Monopole Diamant Bleu 1989, and lugged it down in her luggage, swaddled securely against the vicissitudes of the airplane hold. And now, at the apex of this magnificent storm, we shall savor it.
Unfortunately, when we open it, there is no pop and there will be no fizz. The cork is as straight and true and shriveled as can be. No testa a funghi here. And the wine is dull, oxidized, supernally flat and flaccid.
Oh, the romance of the cork...