Why not pick some grapes...

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Reddening leaves on the vines frame the view across the lake with Europes finest mountains as a backdrop. My hands are sticky with sweet grape juice and the lingering flavour of cheese in my mouth reminds me of thoughts I had in China not long ago: Waking up to another breakfast of fish-heads, chicken feet and pig ears, I longed so dearly for the cheese, chocolate and good bread I had experienced in Switzerland years before. I also longed for some clean, cool water to swim in. Now I have it all!
It sounds ideal... good food, friendly people, a beautiful location, and to be honest it is pretty close to it, just the aching back to keep things on a plain. Having spent the last half year struggling to understand the local languages, it is nice to be mixing with people who I can communicate with easily.

I am adjusting again to life in the fast world, where you can't find everything you want on the street and where an ice cream costs more than 10 cents! And as I make this transition I am excited about the prospect of spending the next year in europe, especially after having sampled a few of the climbing areas on offer. I will hopefully find work on a skifield for winter, and I will be heading to the warmer climes of southern Europe and north Africa before christmas.

Life is good.

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Comments

[diane brown]

grape picking
My son is looking to go to Florida in Sept. Was looking for exactly what you have written