“Earth Rocket to Mars, we are now approaching Planet Earth.”
A translucent light blinked, “Mars to Earth Rocket, good luck! And bring back living species!”
Three green Martians stepped out from their flying saucer. They overlooked a stone fortress surrounded by acres of vineyards. Near the fortress, groups of living creatures gathered around tables drinking and spitting.
“Looks like we found our living specimens!” the tallest Martian said. “What a bizarre way of consumption.”
“The sign over there is in Spanish! It just so happens – Spanish is one of the 1000 languages I learned for this trip!” The shortest Martian slowly read out loud;
“Private wine tours in Rioja!”
“They go on ‘whine’ tours? Now that is really weird!” The middle Martian said. “Let’s observe them!”
In a flash, they beamed their bodies behind large oak barrels by the fortress walls. Their ears grew as they listened to the living specimens communicate.
“We stayed overnight in Barcelona.” A female homo sapien gushed.
“Oh how lovely! And we visited the oldest tavern in Madrid,” another creature squealed.
“Got to give it to ‘em,” a deep voice drawled. “I’ve never tasted the likes of this in Texas! It’s way too dandy to spit out! Sure wish humans would get better with age too!”
The group began to sputter and giggle, when suddenly one of the human specimens tripped and tumbled against the wine barrels.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” he exclaimed.
Three tall green Martians slowly emerged from behind the barrels.
The mesmerized group returned the Martians’ shocked stares … till a male human raised a glass and slurred, “You guys sure look like you need a drink!”
Before the Martians could protest, each one was handed a glass of fizzy red wine.
“We like sparkles.” the middle Martian said and sniffed the wine, swirling it in his glass till he finally dared to taste it.
“Mmmm good … more MORE!” the three exclaimed. (After all they had just completed an exhausting 125 year long trip).
Suddenly a voice boomed out of a Martian’s finger-ring. “Soooo? What shape is Planet Earth in?”
The Martian took a long swallow, before answering. “This sun filled planet is like one big fermenting grape – enticingly sweet – but irresistibly naughty.”
“Have you found any living specimens yet?” The voice sounded impatient. “You know that you must return before night fall!”
The three Martians giggled. “Return? Are you out of your extra-terrestrial mind?”
The leader tossed the blinking ring into the vineyard and winked his forehead eye at their new found friends. “Here’s to this day, we’ll never remember, with the friends we’ll never forget.”
“Cheers!” They all raised their glasses in salute.
“Here’s to galaxies and aliens,
Martians and Homo sapiens.
Rich soil and Spanish sunshine!
Sniff, swirl and savor – sweetly we favor,
A glass of Rioja wine!”