A few days later, we headed off to the frantoio, the olive mill, in the nearby Val di Chio, a beautiful valley beyond Castiglion Fiorentino.
The four of us, Micheline, Silla, Didu’ (the dog who likes no one, but strangely enough,
he seems to like me) and myself embark on our afternoon adventure.
Val di Chio
We stop to meet Liviero, who also lovingly tends and cares for the grounds at
Casa Portagioia, an exquisite agriturismo owned by Micheline’s friends,
Marcello and Terry.
Liviero, Micheline and Silla
Next stop : Frantoio Baldini
The work order for Micheline’s olives.
The olives are headed for the first pressing.
The golden green oil, there is nothing on this earth like it, right out of the press.
I have had many opportunities over the years to partake in this centuries old tradition
of picking and harvesting the olives in Italy.
It is an adventure that never ceases to amaze and thrill me. There is a
elemental connectedness to the land and to the Italian culture
that feeds my spirit in a most fundamental way.
Stacey…these photos are wonderful! very rich, Brava!
You always do justice to all the photo’s you captured. From ordinary to extraordinaire. You give them life and you make sure people will not just love it but will also try to experience what you had experience. Such a talent.