My host mom and dad , my host moms friend from work and brother and I went to help harvest the grapes from the vineyard so that wine can be made. The farm was very beautiful and I took quite a lot of pictures. My host mothers father lives in a quaint farmhouse. His wife passed away many years ago but he has since remarried. His second wife has a cottage just a few feet down the lane.
When we arrived we had sausages and bread before getting to work. From 9:30 to 12:30 we picked the green grapes. We then picked the black grapes, there were less of them so it didn't take so long.
My host moms boss from work came in his van with a few bags of grapes from our house. My host dad and my host moms boss took the van into the nearby town to get water. 12 jugs of water were filled at the watering station. When we returned we all sat down for dinner. My host step-grandmother's son and family stopped by and everyone sat around talking until we headed home at 5:30.
I had lots of fun picking the grapes. It was tiring after awhile because your arms were constantly above your head. Overall it was a good experience and I am glad I got to do it.
The grapes in the bags are from my house in Varaždin.
Green Grapes on the vine.
Full Buckets.
Me picking. The technique that works best is to use the clippers to cut the bunch of grapes then catch them in a small bowl below. When the bowl is full you simply dump it into the big bucket.
Host mom and her father
Me picking. The technique that works best is to use the clippers to cut the bunch of grapes then catch them in a small bowl below. When the bowl is full you simply dump it into the big bucket.Host mom and her fatherMe carrying the grapes to the cellar.
The newer vines.
Host mom and dad
The garden behind the house.
Everyone working hard.
The vines
Little barn next door
These deer have been penned in a large forested and grassland area. The man that "owns" them is a hunter. He just goes out and shoots one when he needs to.
Barn and house. Picture taken from host step-grandmothers yard.
These are his pets...I think he eats his pets.
All the crushed green grapes. 
The wine making center.
Me grinding the grapes. You turn the handle and use the stick to push them down. The grapes are ground up with the stems and all, no separation.
Host dad grinding grapes
The Road
The newer vines.Host mom and dadThe garden behind the house.Everyone working hard.The vines
Little barn next doorThese deer have been penned in a large forested and grassland area. The man that "owns" them is a hunter. He just goes out and shoots one when he needs to.Barn and house. Picture taken from host step-grandmothers yard.These are his pets...I think he eats his pets.All the crushed green grapes. The wine making center.
Me grinding the grapes. You turn the handle and use the stick to push them down. The grapes are ground up with the stems and all, no separation.Host dad grinding grapesThe Road Filling the water jugs.
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