We instantly associate women with white wine; gentle, delicate, soft. But, my grandmother and his sister-in-law were red wine women; tough and strong. With the early death of their husbands, Catalina and Yolanda didn’t surrender. Quite the contrary, these women, young and beautiful, who owned a winery, went against all the stereotypes that a sexist society of only male leaders delimitated. They did not give way to any man that was behind their inheritance, despising their skills to run the business. Instead, they drank red wine with determination along with men. Together until the end, and with a lot of conviction they succeed, until my grandfather, Carlos Lanzarini, who was still a teenager, began working with them.
It continues: Chapter 8-Today