A Sangria Connection

I have been following the FIFA World Cup 2026. As many of you know, France is playing Spain tomorrow in the semi-finals.

I have recently posted about my experiences of eating certain foods in France when I was in my early 20’s. I also traveled to Spain with a student group when I was 16, and still in high school. My most vivid memory of that trip involved a dining experience. I had an alcoholic beverage for the first time in my life there. I drank sangria with dinner at a restaurant in Madrid. I liked the taste of it, but it made me feel unwell. (So much for my first experience with alcohol.) I should mention that it was legal in Spain for me to drink sangria with dinner.

Today, I decided to look up where sangria originated. My browser’s AI stated that it originated in Spain, and particularly in the Andalusia region which is mainly where the student group and I traveled on our trip. We landed in Malaga, then traveled to Granada, and then Seville, and ended up in Madrid. I have no pictures from this trip. I bought postcards. It was 1975 and cell phones did not exist.

Another interesting thing I learned today is that America was introduced to sangria at the 1964 New York World’s Fair. Sangria was served at the popular Spanish Pavilion.

I was there at the 1964 New York World’s Fair. Sadly, I have no memories of the Spanish Pavilion or of sangria. I was 5 years old!

In any case, I wish both France and Spain good luck with the semi-final game!

Side note–To prove that I was there with my family at the 1964 New York World’s Fair I will post a few pictures and hopefully I can link a past post about it.

https://movingforwardslowly.com/2023/12/10/worlds-fair-1964-65/

This picture you see is from this fair. It was in a post about the Chrysler Pentastar logo you see in this picture. The words I posted have disappeared. Only the picture remains.

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Katherine J Krein

My name is Katherine J. Krein. I lost my father in June of 2013, and then I lost my mother in November of the same year. After they both died I went through a mind-warping number obsession that has taken me years to control. This is my story. It is now 2026. I still use this site to post some poems and thoughts. My obsession has faded, however, I still notice the numbers. Faith, hope, and love is what guides me now.

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