It’s harvesting time for grapes this week. It appears to be a bumper crop, gauging the by large bunches on each vine. The pickers seem to be itinerant people, ostracized by the locals. It’s a little ironic that the people of the region are less welcoming or friendly, whereas the pickers are the exact opposite, today almost every group waved as I passed and one group in particular wanted to know if they could bring me grapes or if I needed water. A little parable.