Two months ago, a guy came into the wineshop with his salesman to show us his wines. It's hard to say what was more striking...him or the photo album of the vineyard he brought with him. A vineyard surrounding a castle on the highest hill in Tuscany, overlooking the entire city. Last night I danced the night away in that very castle with that very Niccolo and the winemaker and his winemaking elves after tasting the first of their new vintage with people from all over the world.
If I didn't have pictures and videos and giant mosquito welts on my arm, I wouldn't believe it ever even happened. I still kind of don't.
We walked onto the terrace as they were still preparing for the harvest party. The winemaker greeted us in a t-shirt and flip flops while his little girls clad in polka dot underwear picked grapes out of barrels and helped set the table. One of the most humble and gracious and kind people I have ever met. A guy that just gets a kick out of what he's doing and an even bigger kick out of sharing it with others. He has happy eyes. So refreshing to see people live so simply (as simple as you can live in a castle at least) and truly just love and appreciate each other and their work and even a good roast pig now and then. It was a fantastic night and I left the castle inspired. And drunk off olive oil and Testamatta.
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