Take the train east from Geneva and watch as the land begins to fold inward — the mountains closing around the Rhône River like a book being gently shut. This is Valais — Switzerland’s great wine valley — where stone terraces hold centuries of work and the light feels as tangible as the soil itself.

Portugal smells like warm eucalyptus and sun‑baked cork oak when you get off the highway near Santa Maria da Feira. That’s where Nick Michalski – son of founder Jochen – meets us at the gates of Cork Supply. He’s wearing the kind of grin that says he’s proud of what’s behind the walls, and honestly, he should be.

We arrived in Porto under a cloudless sky, wandering into the city with just enough jet lag to feel like drifters. Porto feels like the kind of place that should be a well-kept secret. But it isn’t. And honestly? That’s okay. There’s a reason the world comes here.

I walked this stretch of the Camino de Santiago with my dear friend John—77 years young, owner and winemaker at Poppaea Vineyards in San Diego, and absolutely determined to complete the full pilgrimage. All 777 kilometers. I joined him for the La Rioja section—for the most obvious reason: vino.