This is the season of the grape harvest. The strapping, burly Italian guy hired to do our property's harvest is always smiling, waving, and exudes joy all day long. Then as I drive down the main road in Frascati, I sometimes find myself stuck behind another tractor such as the one in the photo below. Someone else's harvest is being transported to a local winery. These are the traffic slow-downs that put a smile on my face. How did I get here? I ask myself. Fall in Italy is truly the best.
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