I drove to the town of Martinborough, which is a tiny version of Sonoma. There was even a Ferrari parked on the square. Christine's grandchildren visited the winery and I helped them punch down a tank, which they thought was fun! The first week has been cleaning, hand-bottling, punch downs and processing Pinot Noir, Viognier, and Sauvignon Blanc. Everybody has been very nice and generous. I get a full meal most days from the cafe, or take out and Christine and Gerhard have both invited us interns over for dinner. My loft above the barrel room is a bit cold and full of bugs, but if I have enough of their beer and wine, I'll be able to sleep through most things. I've been getting along very well with the French couple. When we went into town together, they spent $60 on food and $32 on cheese. It's hard not to laugh. They help me with my French and I help them with English. I'm accustomed to living on a farm by now, and I enjoy thinking about the money when I compare it to South Africa. In a day here, I make a week and a half's salary in Robertson. I'm quite happy with that.