I learned about myself while at home. By home I mean my day home, the vineyard.
I am a storyteller of an entire year spent in a vineyard and told through a glass of wine.
The vineyard surrounds me, bears fruit and accompanies me in the discovery of the story that binds me to nature. A story of harmony and balance .
I learned that while working the clay soil, hoeing it and taking care of it without using chemical products, you cultivate patience and perseverance. And you can brush up on the memories of a lost childhood.
In my vineyard there is my grandfather’s smile, his marked hands, sweaty shirts, muddy boots and holey gloves. In my vineyard there is the past. But every time I am amidst the vines, good things for the future come to mind.
