I don't like winter anymore. While the boyfriend was enjoying brisk mornings on the slopes of Mont Romeu, and the sunny days of the Pyrenees where he drank the Trouillas wine to his heart's content, I suffered under falling ice in Washington, DC. And so I was happy 1) that our friend Gilles agreed with me about the Trouillas' Gouverneur Cotes de Roussillon, and 2) that he toasted to me on my absence.