My wine story in Tassie
The first time I really appreciated a glass of wine was two years ago, in Australia’s southern Island: Tasmania.
It was a special day to me, I remember it as if it was yesterday...
The most important in my story I think, is that I was not alone. 
I was travelling with two friends of mine, french like me. We had come together to the end of the world to live our Australian dream.
Life then was exciting. I was a backpacker and my home, my life, everything I needed to
feel good fitted in my backpack.
Life was easy too. It was just made of work and holidays. Once we had enough money to
afford moving to another place, we just left!
On a 1stof January, job-hunting lead us to Tasmania, an Island in the south of Melbourne. In only two days, we found ourselves picking cherries in Tasmania, going to sleep before night to waking up at 4am in the morning, in a frozen tent …Picking, again and again for 6 weeks, whether it was hot or freezing, without a mean of transport to do something else…
To an easy job, no need to say that we couldn’t wait to go on holidays!
And, one day, we finally finished.
Trees were now emplty, we had made the most of
our picking season, and this has allowed us
to purshase the only thing we had been dreaming of
during all these weeks : our new purple camper-van.
Life suddenly tasted different, a taste of
liberty/freedom and independence…
A few days later, we planned to be back on Mainland, heading to the desert.
Before that, we first headed to the Coast, discovering the amazing unspoilt landscapes of Tasmania, and one out of 10 most beautiful beaches in the world: the amazing Wineglass Bay. Premonitory.
And then come our last day in Tassie, we didn’t want to leave the island without enjoying a last pleasure: tasting local wines.
A pleasure we had to deserve. Indeed, hardly accessible, the vineyard we targeted was simply lost in bush. I don’t remember how high it was, but on our way to go, the road seemed so steep and endless... Our campervan was weak and the trip seemed to last for ages. More than once, we drove fingers crossed, bated breath, hoping that our beloved van would not let us down and stop in the middle of that hill…Will the van handle it?
And finally, some hundreds of k’s later, we arrived to Barringwood park.
Sparkling, Chardonnay, Pinot Noir, Pinot Gris, Rosé, the
winemaker offers us to try 10 wines from the production. Pinot Noir “Rahven Hill”, my favourite, was the one we chose to accompany a large plate of cheese.
This moment meant much to me. 
After the long hours we had just spent to arrive there, this wine tasting
stroke like a relief, but also a success in the fulfillment of my dream.
It was also the occasion to make a point after the awesome weeks of work we had just done, which were also the last ones for us in Australia.
Moreover, this wine evocates to me this wonderful moment, the happiness to share it with my friends, the green landscapes of Tasmania, and my "recovery of liberty".
