The team is about 30 strong. It is an international situation: we have a woman with a German father and a French mother (I asked her how much her mother's parents liked that idea, given the war history here...answer: not much), a Swiss, a bunch of Polish girls, and, well, an American.
The day goes as follows: Meet at the domaine, get into the trucks, pick up a bucket once arrived in the vineyards, cut grapes, pause for casse croûte at 9:30ish, pick up a bucket, cut grapes, lunch, get in the trucks, pick up a bucket, cut grapes, go home.
Kneeling is painful. Crouching like a baseball cathcer is terrible, unless you played catcher, bending at the waist is a bad idea. At the end of the day, there is no comfortable position.
Tomorrow, we will finish the harvest.
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| Polish |
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| Take a break |
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| Switzerland: She is neutral |
Tomorrow, we will finish the harvest.
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| I love to cut grapes! |
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| Gonna make good wine, and a lot of it, according to the bosses |
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