Day 92

No Moss Gathers on a Rolling Stone.

Well friends, just as we were sort of getting settled, it is once again time to move.  Don't get excited, we aren't coming home just yet.  Given our recent decision to pull the children from the International School, we found ourselves no longer tied to the metropolitan area and decided to stretch our wings a bit.  We really must think our eldest son for our new accommodations, for it is his friendship with a young english lad that led us to our new home.  This young man's mother is a lovely woman, who upon hearing of our situation, suggested we check into the home that she had left in the countryside.  The scene is indeed as amazing as she had described.  The house . . . a converted horse stable that sits in the shadow of a 14th century castle in a small village roughly 20 minutes from my wife's place of employment.  The castle . . . home to the noble land owner and base for the wine making operation carried on at this location.  That's right, we are moving to a winery.  Words can't do it justice.  The home is magnificent and the castle is truly something you would expect to see on the face of a postcard.

Our neighbor is perhaps more intriguing still.  On the edge of the property sits the longest closed bicycle path in the region that stretches all the way back to the city that we currently reside in.  Saturday was spent touring this location and the surrounding area.  It was one of the most fantastic days we have had since we have been here and we are excited to take possession of our new home in mid-July.  I really don't have any witty remarks or humorous anecdotes for the day, and frankly I don't think we need them here.  The magnificence of the day speaks for itself.  The once in a lifetime opportunity of living in a foreign land punctuated by a once in a lifetime opportunity to live within the confines of a working winery.  I only hope that I am afforded the opportunity to get to know the owners better and perhaps learn a fair amount about the wine making industry.   I hope my offer of free labor will luck me into a form of employment that one seldom gets the opportunity to enjoy.  At the very least, we should have access to fantastic wine and stories that will last us a lifetime.

I think that should about do it for now.  The story is much more complex than I have made it here, but we will have plenty of time to set the stage in posts to come.  Take care for now.