I read that ludicrous line, “without historical intent…” on a museum explanatory sheet today, about…
|Dawn from our deck, Valparaiso in the distance|
|Pelicans on a rocky outcrop about 30m from the hotel|
The Casablanca valley lies between Santiago and the coast. Most of the finest wines in Chile are grown in the dry, hilly valley. We decided to explore a bit. Rather than visit a number of vineyards we went to one which was a restaurant, representing several small producers.
|Casa de Vins|
If you compare Casablanca with, say, Australia, France or South Africa, I’m afraid they all come out ahead. But it was still scenic, albeit with a freeway running through the centre…
|Casa de Vins had a really welcoming dining room and deck|
|Cream of lentil soup with truffle oil and house made ricotta stuffed ravioli|
|Ceviche. Not my thing but SS said it was excellent|
|Lobster and prawn risotto. In a half pound of butter.|
|An SS favorite: Seared tuna on couscous|
Our lunch was superb! Except for SS’s dessert: A wonderful orange ice cream and raspberries but on a homemade granola bar. What’s that all about? Are we at a spa? This is supposed to be a holiday!
We had a lovely stroll around the grounds then drove back to Valparaiso and spent a long time at Pablo Neruda’s house.