A few more pics of us harvesting olives:
Picking out the leaves and stems.
Yoshi was our best climber.
Sigismund spent the whole harvest climbing up and down a ladder.
Even Josh liked to climb up in the trees.
Sigismund critiquing Yoshi's hole digging skills. Seems we could never dig holes perfectly enough for the man to be happy.
Josh hurling a pruned branch into the fire. If the branches are allowed to just sit on the ground, they become breeding grounds for molds and fungi to attack the trees. We often had Disco Inferno stuck in our head during the week we were clearing the fields...The beautiful and ancient olive trees at Bulghari:
The oil mill:
Those piles of brown gunk are the left over stuff from making extra virgin olive oil. It's carted off by another company that uses chemicals to extract the remaining oil to produce regular olive oil. Having seen this, I will just stick to buying EVOO in the future.
Olives are dumped in the bin and fans blow out the leaves and branches.
They get a bath.
They disappear into the loud machines.
And voila! Oil comes out the end. Each farmer gets only the oil he or she produces. Pretty cool!
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