Fountain Of Life

Leaving the beautiful town of Estella, with its busy flea market and crowded square, we continued west towards  Los Argos. 

Our group had purchased local chorizo, cheese, tomatoes and bread. Well on their way to a magical treat. I allude to the wine fountain. Discussed in hushed whispers, nobody tells you where it is, just take an extra container.

When we reached Bodegas Irach, fellow pilgrims began to twitch. Enclosed in a gated courtyard, was a metal plate, set in the wall. Attached to this plate were two taps, one advocating water, the other the elixir of life. 

Not believing, I cupped my hands under the tap to take a gulp. A fresh and clean wine on tap. Filling a water bottle, I made our provisions for a picnic, sitting on a hay bale in a field. Fantastic.