Witnessing kangaroos hopping through rows of grape vines in the Hunter Valley in New South Wales, Australia, made me feel that something magical was happening here. Apparently, there are vines in the Hunter that no longer exist in their place of origin, France. The morning we lifted off in a hot air balloon was a gift with still winds and a brilliant sunrise. The only thing that separated my feet from a thousand feet of air was the woven basket I stood in; fragile but strong enough for the task of lift off and an exciting landing which you will see in this story. As a wine lover, it is not hard to fall in love with the wines in the Hunter Valley but, what trumps this, is the people who toil the land and the story they share about what makes a good day and their keys to happiness.