So we did end up picking olives anyway. Or to rephrase that, El Hombre ended up picking them.I have been involved in picking them before and quite enjoy doing it (maybe for the first day or so, but then…) but with the arrival of El Rubio there was little I could do. Olives stain like crazy anyway, and I can just imagine him crawling around on the nets covering the ground, squashing olives and getting absolutely covered in the red colour.

And then he would probably try to eat it. Yummy, you might think. I love the taste of olives. Well so do I, but never ever bite in a fresh olive as they are nothing like the olives you know and love. The are the most bitter thing you can imagine, and I have several times stopped people (tourists) in the nick of time (or not quite in the nick of time, unlucky for them) from showing fresh olives straight into their gobs.

Our olives are not going to be eaten but going to the local mill so we can have some liquid gold, Olive oil!
Since we don’t have enough olives to make a proper business out of it, we just take them to the mill and get some oil in return. The miller will keep some of the oil as payment and will probably sell it on. We will be collecting all the olives together soon, so you can see how many we’ve got!