Suddenly, inexplicably, finally, logically I’m back in New York Wine City (NYWC) and it feels like a dream I might abruptly awaken from, or that I’ve just awoken from a strange and gritty, colorful and comforting dream of Berlin…but I can’t tell which of those it is. Either way this time all my luggage arrived at JFK with me and when I reached the Hotel of Hope everything was perfectly prepared for my arrival, even though my “landlord” Jürgen Fränznick is back in Germany at the moment.
After unpacking I set off for a run along the azure blue East River in the brilliant sunshine – so much more brilliant than in Berlin at this time of year – and the creative juices were immediately flowing, pumping, gushing and cascading. Once again I feel like I have almost too much material for you, though some of it certainly needs a lot of work before it will make something resembling a coherent story (and I really believe that the best stories are always coherent, even if told from an eccentric perspective or in an unconventional form). Tonight I will stay at home cook some pasta and may even open a bottle of Riesling! I promise that this is just the quiet before the NYWC Riesling storm.
PS Many thanks to Birgitta Böckeler for the great picture above!
