I swallowed. How was I supposed to know you're supposed to spit? I thought they only did that in the movies. A few wine salesmen later, the owner recommended I start spitting. I told her it's too soon, I can't just spit in front of strangers. By the time the last salesman came by, I had jello arms, so I did it. I spit. It was weird. I swirled it around in the glass. I shoved my nose inside. Inhaled deeply. Swished it around in my mouth. Spit. Tried to taste the oak, fruit and bacon my coworkers spoke of. And tried not to laugh.
I worked with Matteo today. His swish is powerful and loud. He spoke perfect English but I didn't understand a word he said. I feel like I need a travel dictionary to understand what everyone is saying. And I like it.
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