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September 30th, 2004
Baiersbronn, Germany
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Today, we went grape picking on a mountain just outside of Baden-Baden, Germany. We really didn't know quite what to expect. We had no idea how dirty our clothes and shoes would get, how stained our hands would be, how much work was involved in cutting off bunches of grapes from a vine, or just how steep the hills were that the vines grew on.
We worked with about seven other people, five of which were elderly and were doing it for fun. This put things in perspective; we couldn't really complain about anything. Nobody we worked with really spoke any English. A few had taken night classes to learn some English, and as we talked to them throughout the day, their English certainly improved, so we could still make some conversation.
Theoretically we were doing this for money, though the job paid $5.60/hr Canadian. Realistically we were just doing it for the experience, and it was certainly an experience.
At the end of the day, we were rewarded also with three bottles of wine from the same brand we were picking for. We celebrated the night in our apartment by drinking the wine we had spent all day working on.
