Life on a vine

The 16 days I just spent living on a vineyard in South Australia have literally flown by. Quite possibly because I feel like I've known the Ness' my whole life. This family has a love that you can't help but be drawn to. This is a part of Oz that I could have only experienced by living it. This part of the country is glorious to say the least, vineyards and green fields as far as the eye can see. Peaceful, slow, simple. The constant wine buzz definately helps the atmosphere, I've been downing my fair share of the good Lord's grape juice! I'll be really honest now though, I don't know how many more times I can say goodbye. It's very easy for me to give all the love I have in my heart to the good people I meet, but turning around and leaving them is getting harder and harder every time I have to do it. Especially because I know good and well I might not see these wonderful people ever again. In certain situations I can be very good at guarding my emotions and keeping a careful watch on where I let my heart wonder. It's my internal defense mechanism, my way of protecting myself. So far it has proved to be a successful way of convincing myself of my own independence, however my walls have slowly been chipping away on this trip. Does love ever run out or is it truely an infinate supply? Adios to the South, thank you for such a lovely visit. Hope to see you again one day.Geese, this wine is really making me emmotional. . . Onward to a two week surf excursion up the east coast, time to detox!