‘I can’t believe my boss is only giving me three weeks off,’ my friend Stefania said last week, ‘In August! What a slave driver!’ Such are the thoroughly laudable holiday habits of Italy. The idea of forcing your workforce in to the office in temperatures which would make even cats fancy a dip is simply not in good taste. August is holiday time and ferragosto its poster child. No-one works on ferragosto. It is not a day to give birth or have a house fire. It is almost certainly a good day to rob a bank or at least park your car in a cravenly illegal spot. It’s a day – ideally surrounded by a whole month – of getting down to the beach and eating your body weight in fresh seafood. Everyone we know has already headed off to the seaside and quite frankly, as soon as we finish this newsletter, we’re off too. If you want to escape along with us, why not emerge yourself in this 360 degree view of the Rosalio grove, taken on a hot afternoon just last week.
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Posted in Stories from the Olive Grove, tagged 360, adopt an olive tree, escape, family, Ferragosto, grove, holiday, Italy, Jason Gibb, olive grove, olive tree, Rosalio, summer, tour, virtual on August 23, 2012 | 1 Comment »
A picnic in the Rosalio olive grove is a feast not just for the tastebuds. The eyes get to take in one of the most beautiful views, all tilting hills and wonky trees and tiny villages perched on unlikely mounds far into the distance. The ears are treated to the sounds of birds and faraway tractors and the occasional cry of an Italian mamma calling her brood in to eat. The skin enjoys the softness of the wild flowers and grasses and the bristling thrill of the possibility of a 3 foot black grass snake paying a visit. And then there are the tastes and the smells. I’m not exactly sure why a simple piece of bread and cheese takes on such additional majesty when eaten outside,sitting on a patch of grass but it surely does. A glass of wine is like drinking from the very earth and a crunch of salad leaf like eating it.
In fact the only thing to disrupt this perfect feast of the senses is the sound of Jason’s pencil, as he sees a branch that needs tidying, a baby tree that needs tending or some other chore, scribbling things on his ‘to do’ list.