On trips like these, there will inevitably be times when you walk into a winery or someone’s home and have no idea what to expect. Or you expect the worst. I should know by now not to have any expectations at all, but so it goes. We arrived at Specogna, which none of the group had heard of before, on a rainy night and were all a little tired and really hungry. Or really full and not at all in need of food. This week it’s been hard to tell the difference, oddly enough.