In the village where we live almost everyone has an olive grove. Or more than one. Small or large plots of land which have been family-owned for generations. The harvest is mainly destined for the production of olive oil. These weeks are picking time and the village is buzzing with activity. Whole families go out to their olives with sticks and nets, boxes and carts. And walking across the market, or queuing up in the bank you can hear always someone say ”Have you done all your olives yet?” Continue reading “Olive picking in Chelva”