On a misty spring morning in the vineyards of Chile’s Leyda Valley I’m glad of my fleece jacket. It’s probably in the low 60s today, cold enough to make me appreciate the piping hot seafood chowderViña Leyda is serving to our group of U.S. writers invited to tour the region.
Rich in French, Italian and Native American history, this Eastern Washington town would see their wines and vines come full circle...from humble immigrant plantings to modern blockbusters. Just don't call it the next Napa. By Catie McIntyre Walker