I Need a Beer

One of my biggest fears moving to France for a year was that I would be almost 5,000 miles from all of the kick-ass beer being brewed daily in Colorado, and the rest of the United States. The names of breweries I would miss seasonal releases from fell from my lips like lost friends. Having to go a winter with out a bottle or two of Montanya from Elevation Beer Company would be painful. Not getting to crack open a can of Avery IPA seems almost criminal, and don’t even get me started lamenting my loss of sours.

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