Después de una semana de esas que parecen no terminar nunca —de calor sofocante, trabajo intenso en el hospital y más estrés del que quisiera admitir— decidí que mi domingo por la tarde no iba a ser “uno más”. Esta vez, necesitaba un cambio, un respiro, una pausa para mí. Y justo cuando buscaba cómo desconectarme del ruido y el cansancio, me vino a la mente un detalle que había olvidado: en el fondo del refrigerador, desde mi cumpleaños, me esperaba pacientemente una botella de vino de pasas de Vinos Marpe, mi marca local favorita.

No lo pensé dos veces. La saqué, busqué una copa (de esas que una guarda para ocasiones “especiales” que casi nunca llegan), me senté en la sala, y simplemente... me regalé ese momento.

El vino estaba frío, como debe ser cuando el calor aprieta. Desde el primer sorbo, me atrapó su dulzura suave, ese sabor profundo a uvas pasas que te llena la boca de recuerdos bonitos y te acaricia el alma. Fue como si cada gota me bajara medio grado de temperatura. El cuerpo se me aflojó, la mente se me serenó y sentí que, por fin, estaba desconectando.

Hoy no había playa, ni piscina, ni aire acondicionado... pero sí tenía ese vino delicioso, mi rincón tranquilo y la decisión firme de no dejar que el domingo se me escapara sin haberlo vivido de verdad.

Y ahí, entre traguito y traguito, entendí algo: a veces, no hace falta salir de casa para viajar lejos. A veces, todo lo que una necesita para sentirse bien cabe en una copa, se sirve bien frío... y viene con sabor a uvas.

English Version

After a week that never seems to end - of sweltering heat, intense work at the hospital and more stress than I care to admit - I decided that my Sunday afternoon was not going to be “just another one”. This time, I needed a change, a breather, a break for myself. And just as I was looking for how to disconnect from the noise and fatigue, a detail I had forgotten came to mind: at the bottom of the refrigerator, from my birthday, a bottle of raisin wine from Vinos Marpe, my favorite local brand, was patiently waiting for me.

I didn't think twice. I pulled it out, reached for a glass (the kind one saves for “special” occasions that almost never come), sat down in the living room, and just... treated myself to that moment.

The wine was cold, as it should be when the heat presses. From the first sip, I was caught by its smooth sweetness, that deep raisin flavor that fills your mouth with beautiful memories and caresses your soul. It was as if each drop lowered my temperature by half a degree. My body loosened up, my mind calmed down and I felt that, at last, I was disconnecting.

Today there was no beach, no pool, no air conditioning... but I did have that delicious wine, my quiet corner and the firm decision not to let Sunday slip away without having really lived it.

And there, between sips, I understood something: sometimes you don't need to leave home to travel far away. Sometimes, everything you need to feel good fits in a glass, is served chilled... and comes with a taste of grapes.

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