How Tequila Mockingbird
Trip Start Mar 11, 2011
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So it was with much anticipation that we booked our trip to visit Tequila in his home town. It was a pilgrimage of sorts. We were excited to spend a day in the company of his friends - Don Julio, Jose Cuervo and Olmeca.
Our first stop was a tequila farm called Tres Mujeres (3 women)
Next they showed and explained how the agave core is steamed, fermented and distilled. It's all natural here, using time not chemicals. The other trivia was a blur, really. Partially because our guide, Jesus (no relation), mostly spoke in Spanish and seemed annoyed when we reminded him to repeat in English. When he finally did, he rattled off the English version in half the time. But we were already not paying much attention. We were waiting impatiently for the best part of the tour. Can we taste the final product already?!
Officially we were given 4 shots each. There was the Blanco, Reposado, Anejo (2yr old) and Anejo Ekstra (5yr old). But we hovered around the table post-demonstrations and blagged a further 3 shots. How else could we be sure that we could tell the difference?! True connoisseurs, we are!
We stumbled back onto the bus around 11am with a bottle of tequila in hand. A 375ml bottle was just 60 pesos whereas a 30ml shot at a bar is about 50 pesos. In the haze we were still lucid enough to know it's unwise to open that bottle just yet, at least not until AFTER lunch.
In Tequila town centre the busload split into two groups - one bound for the museum to learn more about the art of tequila-making and one bound for more tequila-tasting
From then on... things... were...a tad... blurry... but... photos... help... fill...the... gaps...
Back in Guadalajara we feasted on yet another burger from the Pig's Pearls, freshened up and rejoined our new buddies on the plaza at the cathedral. The Mexicans brought a guitar. The Brazilians brought maracas and tambourines. What a pity the South Africans forgot their vuvuzelas! Although I doubt that we can carry a tune, with or without the vuvuzela!
The Latin Americans knew mostly Spanish songs, and the Brazilians threw in a few Portuguese ones. To include the non-Spanish speakers they played a few English classics like "More Than Words" by Extreme and "Imagine" by John Lennon. Oh, the pressure to remember the words and to sing aloud in public! *cringe*