What I did learn is how to appreciate the smells, colors and tastes of different types of wines. We started off with whites, then "rosados" and finished with different types of reds. We were given a vocab, of words in Spanish, to describe what we thought of the wine and then after, the teacher explained why it was a good bottle or not. I think it's so awesome that I can say, "I learned how to drink wine in Spain."
Things started going downhill when we were allowed to pour our own portions. Let's just say, they were pretty generous. First of all, you're not exactly supposed to drink the wine. You're only supposed to spit it out or have a sip of each. No one could understand a damn thing the teacher was saying so everyone started chugging. Glasses were breaking, wine was spilling, people were screaming and I'm sure you can imagine the rest. By the time we finished we had "tasted" 9 different types. After the third bottle, when the teacher asked everyone what we thought, the classy intellectual answers stopped and all anyone could think of saying was "Si Si Si, Me gusta! Me gustan todos!" I was really embarrassed for all of us. We didn't help negate the American stereotype one bit.
Also, when I say "we" I obviously mean everyone else.
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