Viva la France

For 2 weeks I lived alone and then my French "connection" arrived. Her name is Léa and she's from Alsace. In the beginning we didn't speak that much, not knowing what to say to each other. My first harvest in 2006, I also lived with a french girl and it didn't go that well. So in the beginning I was afraid it was going to be the same. She soon dismissed all my cares and we started being friends. She never looked down at me, because she's from France, the wine capitol of the world, and I'm from SA. Pretty soon we got along very well. She works in the tasting room so she became part of the nightly wine-on-the-lawn team. She has a friend from France that's also doing an internship here in SA. He's at Dornier winery. So one night we drove to Dornier and picked Pierre up and went out for a night on the town. I took to Tollies, it was to busy anywhere else. The second time we went out, Léa had her car so she drove for the first time. She was so scared, but for the first time she didn't make any mistakes. I'm so very proud of her. Pierre also by then had his Vuka (scooter), that was hilarious. He calls himself the Vuka-legend. He's pretty funny, I had a good time with them. Viva la France...