Grape harvest deluxe

A cloudy day in late September. 7:30 a.m.: getting off to a 20 min. four-wheel drive into the mountains. Awaiting us is a vineyard around a mountain house with spectacular views. All in all we are three tractors and trailers, their drivers and four more co-workers/family and friends. These are well-kept vines in tidy rows with few rotten or reddish grapes. The owner likes big buckets: the first trailer fills rapidly but one's back also notes it. After about one and a half hours of work, it is time for breakfast: everybody brought their own but there is fresh coffee. After about three quarters of an hour, off to work again. Three hours later: dinner, the best part of the workday. There is meat roasted on a big grill: chicken for the timid like me, and a variety of local sausages, rabbit (?); accompanied by beans, grilled vegetables, roasted bread, cake, and wine, coffee, brandy.
All in all two hours of rest and another two hours of work.
Most interesting: the story-telling, experiences of the past, travel adventures from central Europe in the 1990s and Iran already in the new millenium (for breakfast). Complaints about a wife not letting her husband having a tv. Gossip from the past: a lot of stories about unwed women looking for and getting their satisfaction, even in times of state catholicism under Franco; these stories came after the alcohol-laden dinner...
[The blogger was interrupted by his daughter here, otherwise the later part could have been more exhaustive...]