When I saw it, it was almost touching the ground, and well, I couldn't take better pictures because I had to hold the bunch while my dad cut it. That's why we're both in the photos while we were working.
Another detail that isn't very noticeable is the safety measures he had in place. He had a forked stick, as well as a piece of iron and wood, tightly secured and tied to one end of the house to try and prevent what ultimately happened: the plant broke, not in the middle, but where it had the most weight and the least strength.
Once the grapes were cut, it was just a matter of waiting for the liquid that oozes from the bunch to disappear (since it stains clothes). Then my dad proceeded to separate them one by one. We didn't know whether to hang them individually or put them all together in a box to wait for the moment they began to ripen, so we could enjoy the success of having fresh fruit thanks to our own effort—in this particular case, my dad's, who takes care of them. (My dad did this while I was at my grandmother's house, so I couldn't take pictures of that specific activity.)
I'll say goodbye now, but not before thanking you for the support you always give me here in the #hivegarden community, where we can show how great it is to have and harvest our own food at home. I hope that one day a large percentage of what we eat will always be fresh and readily available here.