Today! Finally, I'm caught up! However, today I've been doing the exact same thing as I did yesterday....put the seperator into the boxes. :) I don't mind, trying to understand the language has been keeping me busy enough. For lunch I went to my friend from the Cantina, Agusto's, mom's house and we had a traditional Italian meal, "Ho mangato abastanze." I have eaten well, or I'm full. It was fun, but now it's back to the bottleing.
Tonight I'm going to have, yet again, pizza with Giovanni's (Antonio's brother and the manager of the grape fields) daugther. Tomorrow night (Friday) I will be going with Daniella...I don't remember where, but somewhere. And Saturday we will go to see Ralfiella's nephew play in a band just across the street from the Cantina and then afterwards Daniella is taking me to a Disco so we can go dancing.
Many times throughout my day I can't help but just to smile at myself. I really am enjoying all of this. I'm happy!
Writing on Aug 27th about Day 4...
After lunch the bottleing itself wasn't as exciting as what was happening in the rest of the Cantina. I didn't fully understand but I kept seeing people running from one side of the building to the other. Then all of a sudden grape juice (must) starting surgeing out of one of the pressing machines. I have never seen people run so fast to get huuuuge tanks to save all the juice! Then after that the power to the whole place went out about four times. Which I didn't mind at all because if the power wasn't working, neither was the bottleing machine. :)
Last night I going out with Giovanni's daughther, Chiara was a good relaxed time. We went to a pizzeria by her house and then walked around the corner and up a huge hill to another pizzeria that was also a karaoke bar and enoteca. It was nice to get to konw Chiara, but everyone at this bar was at least 5 years younger than me. So even through the International barrier, I could feel the wrath of highschool judgement. It was kind of nice actually, I got to reassure Chiara that once you leave highschool things start to change and people care less about the popular kids and more about what you actually have in common and that when she decides what to study she'll find lots of people to talk to about what interests her (rather and clothes and shoes, and he says she says bull poopy that goes on in high school). We didn't stay long at the bar because 1. It was uncomfortable and 2. I was so tired yesterday I literally almost fell asleep while I was on the bottleing line. I guess that's what I get for doing laundry at 2am. Oops.