sylvaner down the drain.....

ok, so my friend, the l.o. is leaving tomorrow for strasbourg...and i am so happy for her opportunity, and yet envious that the rest of us cannot be with her......my memories of strasbourg go back farther...to the stay in the rue de l'ail apartment with the centre sponsors, whilst madame kerbaugh/gibson boarded with the homestay teacher.....way back when stephan was still in the downstairs of montessori......the freedom of our later strasbourg visit was marvelous......nobody to tell us when to get up.......i regret to this day that i did not get up when the messiahcomplex's parents tried to coax me into going to the flea market ..and went back to bed........the centre apartment on the rue de vaches was wonderful....excepting the stove that really didn't work, and the dishwasher and clotheswasher that didn't work........and the collection of undrinkable teas......and then there was the wine tasting....while rachel and petra et all went to some embasssy gathering......my sons and i tasted alsatian whites.....along with raclette...our version.....and the sylvaner was turned...so i poured it down the sink.....much to the chagrin of my eldest.......who could not imagine pouring out wine.......to this day i believe that i chose wisely...better to pour out bad wine than to pretend that it was drinkable.......hopefully the l.o's homestay matron will not be as bizarre as the parents of belgian boy.....and will allow her reasonable leverage with regards to sylvaner, both the good and the bad.............