This was a phenomenal drive, narrow winding roads through mountains and valleys and views of the sea at every turn. Olive trees have been here for so long they have become part of the natural fauna. Take a look closer, those green hills and valleys are planted with olive trees.
Some orchards are in such a steep grade I got dizzy looking down on them. Villagers planted back in these deep crevices to keep their trees from pirate attacks. Planting each tree with a stone barricade, now crumbled down the hillside the tree is left as if it will careen over the side.
People live in little villages, not on their orchards. The only things out here between sparsly located, 5 building villages are goats, the little churches or the trees.
I spent hours driving to my next location, wondering how on earth I would ever be able to explain this to anyone. When I say there are olive trees all over this island, I mean every crevice, every ditch, every yard – from the sea to the mountaintops. What a promising and auspicious way to begin my trip.
