Time to Pick the Grapes and Make the Wine

Me and my host bro after a hard days work. Ok, not that hard, this was actually a short day for them, but it was just enough for me.

That's some beautiful Moldovan landscape there. My host mom on the right. Love her!

My awesome neighbor Nastea with the basket of grapes we were gonna take home to eat. The other thirty huge bags we picked were already on a truck headed home to be made into wine.

Host bro, displaying the gorgeous apples I eat everyday.

Look at all this cabbage. Yes! Now thats good eatin'. Right in my backyard.

There's a glare, but I'm holding a giant pear. Soooo good.

An abundance of giant pears.

These are filled with only a small fraction of the grapes my host family and I picked from their grape fields.

Soon to be delicious (ok, so-so) white house wine. Nice and tare though.

My host bro crankin away for hours. The beginning stages of wine.

Tatel meu (My Moldovan Dad) workin on his wine.

This is the dance we kept doing while we picked big dark purple grapes all day. So sweet and good, and even sweeter when we finished work.