“Mama” is the nickname I’ve given to our host’s mother, Angelica,—the 73-year-old who can spin circles around me in the olive grove climbing trees, plucking olives, sawing branches, and popping up above the crest of the highest tree in a moment’s notice. Here are a...
We’ve been picking olives for two days, well, a day and a half. Rained out this morning, we traveled back to the fields at noon to pluck the green and purple delicacies. There’s no temptation to eat the harvest which is bitter to the taste, but the promise...
Today was our first day of experiencing the olive harvest in Croatia. We were ready to be picked up at 7:30 am, but our host’s father was experiencing heart pain and spent the morning being checked out at the emergency room. He is fine. Our host picked us up at...
