Darlings, Señorita Vino is taking a much-needed vacation over the next several days. While I’m away, you’ll be seeing a series of five little blurbs about character AND get a chance to win a trip to the Martell castle in Cognac, France to learn how Martell Caractère Cognac is made.
But first, El Full Disclosure: Martell Caractère is sponsoring this and the next four posts in the series, however, the essays and photos are original content by yours truly.
All you need to do to enter the contest is go to http://bit.ly/1dOwbdI and share your own story about character in 50 to 100 words with a photo to accompany it. I know a lot of you are writers, and even if you’re not, you have nothing to lose, so go for it! To help inspire you, here’s a story about one of the most influential people who helped shape my character–my father.
It was a sunny afternoon in Chianti and my husband and I were arguing in the front seat of our rented minivan, my 80-year-old father in the backseat. Like all arguments, this one revolved around something trivial–a forgotten guidebook–but at the time it seemed monumental. Parked near a field of red poppies, we lost track of time as our bickering intensified. I felt a light tap on my arm and I turned to find my father holding a single red poppy. One small gesture rendered me silent so that beauty could speak.
