Well, so much for working in vineyards for two weeks...Vaughan and I are driving back to Perth (from Margs) tomorrow morning. Then in a day or so we're going out to another community where the situation is apparently similar to Windorah, except slightly less bleak. This is good news for Vaughan because he's back in the sky doing what destiny intended for him. The news isn't quite as good for me because I will once again have to convince myself that daytime television is brilliant, and that shows that begin with two grown women dressed in pink and purple tutus saying "Hi! We're the Fairies!" are unfortunately not some of the more racy episodes of Sex in the City.
Apparently we *do* have mobile phone reception out there, and possibly internet. If I stop posting again, it's probably because we *don't* have the internet. Even more likely however, is the fact that I will become incredibly unmotivated and then upon my return, will lie to you and say we didn't have the internet. (Joking, joking....or AM I?)
Despite my shortest employment history ever (one day!) I did actually get to pick some grapes for money! Let me tell you, this wasn't any kind of a pansy job, although it was strangely zen (until I realized the guy next to me was picking nearly twice the volume of Vaughan and I combined, then it was just embarrassing). Eight hours in hot sun climbing through grape leaves can leave you pretty drained, but it was really a beautiful day nonetheless. We were picking for a boutique winery owned by some of Vaughan's family friends; Gralyn Estate. It's pretty clear the proprietors love what they do- in just one day, I saw how involved they were, right down to picking grapes along with the rest of us. After work, we got invited to do a tasting, where I proceeded to get tipsy on some of the best wines I've ever tasted. I also tried a white wine that not only didn't make me want to hurl, it encouraged me to have more...so I bought some.
Curse you, tasting room, for convincing me to spend my earnings at work. You're almost as bad as Nordstrom (See also: Worst place Piper could've ever chosen to be employed if she actually intended to MAKE money).
The kicker was a port that smelled EXACTLY like butterscotch. For that reason alone (okay, not that reason alone, but whatever) you should really drop everything, get a ticket to Perth, call me, whereupon I will drive there and pick you up, and bring you to Margaret River, where you can get drunk off of liquid candy.
Beyond getting paid that day, the proprietors gave us four bottles of wine (two white, a red, and a port) on the house. I seriously would've worked just for the wine, but I wasn't about to *say* that. They were incredibly generous, and basically began a wine cellar for Vaughan and I. All in all, a memorable day. And I highly suggest if you ever have the chance to pick up a bottle of 2008 Gralyn Cab Sav, that you do so...because those grapes were picked with love. :D
P.S. The lovie in the photo is Blaze. He's Gavin and Anita's golden retriever, and a beautiful dog all around. He also makes pouty faces (I kid you not) when you tell him it's time to go home from a "field trip."
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