Motoring through the olive groves of sunny spain, breathing in the heady scent of olive oil. It was weeks after the tiny fruits were pressed and the aroma filled the air until you were bathed in it. I'll never see an olive, use olive oil or see that greenish color, that I'm not back there inhaling that delicious perfume. Under the olive trees wild poppies dance with delight. You gotta love Spain....
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