Standing on the side of the mountain with my camera wrapped in a plastic bag, I gripped an olive tree to keep my feet from sliding in the mud. From there, I could see the fog draped over the hills, rolling and changing as frequently as the light was. It was a moment of absolute and perfect stillness.
By the end of the harvest, the group had picked enough olives to produce 95 kilos of olive oil. After a day’s work we retreated back to the villa in Lucca for a group meal. Over the past few months I have been working on projects having to do with the essence of sharing meals, and this dinner was an extraordinary one to end the year with. Different languages, experiences and ideas were all brought to the long wooden table where we shared mussels, prosciutto and plenty of olive oil.
To Sara and Elia, Ilde and Alessandro, and all of the new friends I met in two short and wonderful days, I cannot thank you enough and hope to see you again.
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