Les Justices— Vins du Val de Loire

Lesson of the day...maybe I should say “end of the season”.

“Each of us having our way in being broken. Each of us having certain way of fixing. But which way is the right one? Only God knows”.

This place gives me more than where you work and exchange for a salary. Before taking this job...I was gazing at my computer trying to figure out the way to fix one of my client’s company’s problem. The more I think, I was totally blanked. I wanted to quit my previous job. Applied plenty of job applications and can’t even remember myself which sites or which position did I applied and with lack of motivation, I sent out my super old CV (which I probably created as a draft).

Suddenly, I received a message saying that they received my CV and wanting to know if I am interested in working with them...and I love their’s catchy phrase: “Nous parlons anglais sans problèmes”, but to understand this phrase you must speak french. A job where people speaking in English in this area? If not involving with tourism...it shouldn’t exist. What makes it crazier...I quit my job and applied this position and I had no idea what the hell I will be doing...so to confuse you...I don’t know what is a “vendange” even mean. I just found out on the due date.

Making wine takes time. I guessed our way of fixing problems is also playing the same role as aging and proving. Cutting grapes isn’t about cutting grapes, but more about how to make a good tasty drink. Alcohol is really just water or just liquid that drunken us? There are different levels of pleasure. If you drink wine for pleasurable taste that’s one thing...but if you just want to drink to forget about the unwanted thoughts for a moment, I am sure you still able to have pleasure essential of good fine wine...but if you just want to hurt yourself and having excuses to be drunk. I am sure any liquor will do. In life, we are having people who wants to drunk us up too...how can a series of beautiful love turns into a soap opera? I guessed in life sometimes we sure cutting rotten grapes and hope to have a wonderful drink but ended with rotted mold...either a mold as a fungus or as in a shape...you don’t want to be in a bad shape aren’t you? Either do I, but sometimes you can’t help.

At the end of the season, we all come together to have our end of season supper. Feels like a farewell party to you right? To me...To me it seems like this is the actual “our” first officially meet. You started to remember each other’s names. Learnt about the individual background, not in the field but on this honorably day. My heart sees to be broken after hearing theirs’ stories. But at the same time my heart is lifted to be trill to see how strong these people are. The battles they went through...how they survived and stand like an emperor/empress who just won their nasty war. Not all of us born in the field of flowers nor a nice puffy cloud carpet. We all went through some kind of hail storm of our own. Having stromatolites to proof to the world so, how we come this far and stand this high.

Next time when I look at a bottle of wine...my feelings towards it, is not the same...alcohol is not just water...but simply is a water of lives. One bottle of Les Justices to me is about a bitter sweet liquid...it’s you to tell, if it’s sweet or bitter. But life must have both to be fair.

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