Yesterday we came back from our short holiday. I fell asleep with the view early in the morning from our holiday-camp. It was high up above the river Mosel in Germany. There was always mist in the morning, and the dark hills contrasted with the whiteness of that. It was beautiful.
One of the nicest things we did was walking around a little wine-village (Erdinger-Eller). We were in an area that is famous for its wine. On the one hand was the middle-aged wall of the village, on the other were the grapes. They were so nearby that we could touch them if we wanted. In the evening I drank the whine from the grapes we walked by (the grapes from last year of course).
It takes some time to adjust, being back home again.