Have you ever tried to go to a winery with a three-year-old? We have. At first, there was a little guilt: “Should I bring a three-year-old to a winery? Is this a bad parenting move? What will he do while we taste wine? Maybe we shouldn’t take any pictures so later in life he won’t hold it against us.”
We decided that it was probably not a great idea, but we were going to do it anyway because we may never be on Prosecco Road again. Next: logistics.
“When should we go? When it first opens? Middle of the day? End of the day? When would the fewest people be there for us to annoy and be judged by?"
We decided that we would, in fact, go, but if the first winery was bad we would be done. So we piled into the car and took off to a vineyard at 4:00 p.m. on a Saturday, right after fueling Andy up with food and a nap.
The short drive to Prosecco Road was beautiful. There were steep cliffs on either side of us adorned with vines, and grapes were taking over the hillside. The vines were spilling into the roads, which were as quiet as they were winding. There were old stone homes, stables and barns speckled amongst the old vines. As I was enjoying the stunning scenes around me, there was a soundtrack in the back seat (that I might have tried to tune out), “PAW Patrol, PAW Patrol gonna be there on the double….mom, mama, mom, mommy…motorcycle…I want a cappuccino!” Yes, this is a small portion of what to expect when you go to a winery with a child. Nothing different than usual: They still want all of your attention and talk the entire way in the car, no matter how beautiful it is outside!
We pulled into the first winery and realized it was only open for another 30 minutes. The views were beautiful, and the tasting road looked over the hills and town below. Andy did surprisingly well, and luckily we were the only people there! Andy ran around a little bit, and then we did the second thing of the day I despise as a parent- we gave him the iPhone to play on. Yep, I caved. (The first was bringing a child to a bar, winery, etc., but my rules are not really holding up in Italy so far!)
Brian and I tried a few wines and Proseccos and decided we liked them enough to buy a few bottles. When Brian said, “How many do you want?” I thought he followed it with, "They are 50 euro each.” So I suggested one or two, but then I noticed his quizzical look and asked him how much they were again, and he said 15 euro. I was quickly convinced to buy more to ship home!
Then Andy started yelling, “I want a cappuccino!” at the top of his lungs and laughing. Obviously he had never had one before but was getting used to hearing me order them. In a few minutes, the woman behind the counter appeared - cappuccino in hand for Andy.
Andy’s first cappuccino (don’t worry: it was decaffeinated, and he only took one sip!) was rightfully in Italy - at a vineyard that made Prosecco, no less. This was the only vineyard we went to that day. One was enough!
We ended up going to a total of three vineyards in three days. We didn't try many wines, and we didn't stay too long, but at least we got to go! At one of the vineyards, we decided to have lunch and order some Prosecco rather than go to the tasting room. It was a great solution for us. Brian and I got to enjoy the atmosphere, the delicious food, the amazing view and the fantastic Prosecco. Andy got to sit in our laps as we told "knight stories" and eat dessert. He enjoyed the dessert so much that he ended up wearing it. You should have heard the chef laughing in delight when he saw his happy and blueberry-covered patron.
Visiting vineyards with a three-year-old is difficult. Both Brian and I agreed that we need to return to Prosecco Road on an adult-only trip to truly enjoy everything the area has to offer. Perhaps we will be able to in the near future.