JUlia and I drove our old car to Murivica yesterday to start the grape harvest. A very, very hot year with no rain for months, so there were more raisins than grapes. STill between the picking at Ivo's vinyard and buying from his neighbor, we got enough for hundreds of liters of fine red wine. THis year it was a family event, with Llijana and Julia, Pavle, Ivo and me . . . Hot sun . . . Polako, as they say in Dalmatia, (slowly), then a cool swim in the Adriatic, a brief snooze by the vines looking out to Hvar, and a grilled steak dinner (special grilled veggies for Julia). A slow drive home across the island through the night with four liters of wine in the trunk and a bucket of white grapes for eating. NExt week I will return to help press the grapes.
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ok so now i understand the attraction to the island so far away... so wonderful, so brilliant and so alive
I can taste the steak tonight here in ann arbor
someone is getting some good experience making the drink of the gods
Charles
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