The best kind of work is the kind that leaves you with a stomach ache at the end.

Simona invited me to help vendemmiare at her Grandfather’s vineyard a couple weeks ago. Her Grandmother isn’t doing too well and I was expecting to find her Grandfather short handed in the vines, but instead we found a whole team of aunts and uncles toiling away.

We plucked grapes for hours until hour hands (and mouths) were a shade of purple.

More pics at Simo’s site.