Ok so I know there aren't any grapes growing. But it's still a pretty sight, is it not?
Metra is afraid of this bottle of Grappa. You should be too! It is disgusting! Kind of the Italian equivelant to Ouzo...it's miserable. It's where all the bad grapes go after they die...
Metra and me enjoying some rosse wine. This one was my favorite :)
Greek pride! Ooooopa! Metra and I get hit on frequently by Italians because of our Mediterranean backgrounds. Or at least that's their first pick up line.....
Enjoying ourselves in the sunshine in front of some olive trees. Some poor girl who came with us tried to eat an olive straight from the tree- yuck! she learned her lesson after that!
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