I still remember my father’s sweaty forehead while working hard on his land for days, even though he knew it would take a while before producing something.The first bunches of grapes started to grow, and my father would not stop working .

Later, the harvest would come with days of joy and our friends would join us to give us a hand.
My father worked tirelessly for months only to enjoy those few days in his friend’s company…I didn’t think it was a fair exchange.

Was is worthed?

He produced wine with great effort working day and night.

When the day came to taste the product of his work, he organised a dinner with family members and friends, and we spent all night celebrating.

I remember the pride in his face when he poured the first glass of the year. In that moment I finally understood.

All of his work and effort was rewarded in those moments of happiness; wine gibes you a reason to celebrate even when there is nothing to celebrate, it makes you happy because you taste it with dear friends.

I was only a child, but I was fascinated by this process.