Fly Away: A reluctant wine writer’s short exile to the Tuscan Coast

“Meet me in Bolgheri!” urged a long-lost friend. I resisted. I don’t like vacations. But I rationalized that we had a free place to stay. There would be a swank infinity pool and aristocratic hosts (one of whom descended from the family that tried to knock off the Medicis in the 1400s). And I hadn’t seen this particular friend in a decade. But the way I was carrying on, you’d think I was Napoleon being exiled to Elba, not Bolgheri, one of the poshest wine locations in Italy.