So the other day I went to the Buffalo Wine Festival (see: delicious wine, dreamy bundt cakes, and one very necessary oil change beforehand).
At the entrance, they handed us a nice little booklet. And did I read it? Of course not. I was too busy sipping sangria samples and checking out “residual sugar content.”
But today? I actually flipped through it—and found this little gem:
Toast in 10 Languages.
Yes, apparently I was drinking internationally without even knowing it.
There’s something delightful about learning how to say "cheers" in languages from around the world. It makes me feel like I could raise a glass with strangers in almost a dozen countries and somehow still be understood. (Probably also helps that wine is a universal language.)
So now, I’m ready for any international wine situation life throws at me.
Spontaneous trip to Spain? ¡Salud!
Surprise wine tasting in Germany? Prost!
Random Icelandic vineyard moment? Skál!
Honestly, this might be the most educational part of the whole event—and I tried a mead made with root beer, so that’s saying something.
Next time, I’m reading the booklet first.
Probably. Well, maybe.
Actually, probably not.
