In the Madrid airport this morning (or was it last night? Hard to get my biological clock rewound), I was aimlessly browsing in the duty-free shop and decided maybe I’d buy a bottle of wine. I sampled a bigger variety of wine in the past two days than I did during my twenties, thirties and half of my forties, and all of it was just delicious. I saw a bottle that looked familiar, and figured if I’ve had it in Madrid, it must be good. So, for 11 euros (about $14 in real money), I bought the bottle and carried it home.

When I finally got back to our house tonight, I realized why the label was familiar. It’s the very same bottle of wine I have open in our kitchen. (I go through about a bottle a month.) I had bought it blindly at Trader Joe’s…where I paid $9 for it.

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