Cazaubon
The sun is setting quickly again here in Barbotan and I should get back to the farm for dinner soon. It was another long day of fermentation tank preparation today, taking off old paint, covering up rusty metal, painting in confined spaces... Fortunately it was another beautiful day and we at on the patio of the chateaux with a few glasses of Corsican red.
A few days ago I bought a very cheap bottle of wine to have for my dinners, this turned out to be a major mistake that I should have foreseen, for now every time the topic of wine comes up around Philip (and it does often one could guess) he is quick to make joke of how I drink shitty wine. Sandra must of somehow found out that I was desperate to improve my French so she has employed the children to help out, but of course nothing has come of that yet, but I’ll just keep talking to them until they respond. “So you must be a connoisseur of Washington wines then right?” I was asked by Philip. “I guess I should know, I’ve lived there my whole life, but I don’t”
I’m not going to edit this because my batteries just about dead, I hope it makes sense.
A few days ago I bought a very cheap bottle of wine to have for my dinners, this turned out to be a major mistake that I should have foreseen, for now every time the topic of wine comes up around Philip (and it does often one could guess) he is quick to make joke of how I drink shitty wine. Sandra must of somehow found out that I was desperate to improve my French so she has employed the children to help out, but of course nothing has come of that yet, but I’ll just keep talking to them until they respond. “So you must be a connoisseur of Washington wines then right?” I was asked by Philip. “I guess I should know, I’ve lived there my whole life, but I don’t”
I’m not going to edit this because my batteries just about dead, I hope it makes sense.
The photo behind the title was the sun rising over my farm this morning.
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