Our olive trees grow just outside the village at about sea level.
Our "elders" have been standing on the hill called "A Missa" for about 1000 years, overlooking the Alcantara Valley. They saw the arabs fighting the greek... and all the conquistadores, all the soldiers and travellers who followed after them.
We have been taking care of "our trees" for about 10 years now – only a drop in the ocean of time.. but we do this with much joy and respect. And in the know that our sons and their sons will do the same after we have gone.
Wandering under saracen olive trees... and reconnecting life and time into a much greater frame.