|The rows of olive trees.|
|A little baby olive.|
Today is June 6th and today also happens to be the day we set off for our adventure to the local organic olive oil farm. When we arrived we were welcomed with not just hundreds, but thousands of olive trees. The rows seemed to have never ended. We got off, stretched our legs and began our tour with the founder's daughter. She was the quintessential Italian lady. I don't think I saw her put her hands down once while she was speaking, and she was SO sweet! She walked us out to the rows of olive trees and began her lecture. Founded in 1936 by her grandfather, this farm was a trailblazer for its time. In the 80s her father started a revolution by growing olive trees instead of a vineyard.
|The daughter, her father, and our translator.|
|The farm donkey.|