This week, we pressed two tanks of Pinotage, harvested Viognier, Pinotage, and did random cleaning to kill time. The pace is slower than what I'm used to for a harvest. Even when we receive grapes, there's still time to sit around and complain about things. There are only five vineyard blocks left, so we will probably have more slow days ahead of us.

My parents left for Hawaii and saw the Kileaua volcano, while I got to go to lovely Worcester, which has a mall! That's what passes for excitement around here. Living on a farm can be pretty dull, and there's no entertainment in Robertson. Alfred, Lorena and I also went wine tasting at a place down the river, which only produces about 1,200 gallons, or eight tons of grapes. That's the smallest winery I've ever heard of. The wine was decent but the woman there wouldn't shut up. She mentioned that a Swedish woman stayed on her farm for a week. It was the same Swedish woman who called Bon Cap asking to work for a few days just to see what it was like. She worked with "alternative medicine" in Zimbabwe and was bicycling through South Africa with her husband. I can make a guess as to what type of person she was. We then had Alfred over for dinner of Spanish tortilla.