This is a photograph of Iznájar, taken through the branches of an olive tree in La Celada, where we now live. I am posting it because it is relevant today as, in my finery, I found myself grovelling around on the floor picking up the olives that have fallen for a friend. It is a very humbling experience to spend time with people who break their backs doing a job that pays so little in reality. These people earn between 50 and 70 cents per kilo of olives, even though the machinery they have to use is expensive, the time they need to get the olives off the trees is seemingly never ending, and they do it all with a happy and humble heart.
My son was in his element – climbing trees, hurling olive bombs as us as we worked around the children, all the while occasionally coming down from his squirrel nest to “help” a little – and every little really does help in this work!
I will write a longer post about the process in due course, but now it is WEEKEND OFF, and I am going to enjoy every single moment of it!
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