Friday, May 29, 2009

Olive dusting

And just when we thought our allergies can get no worse, we sleep in the thick of an aged olive grove. Irresistably beautiful, but equally torturous for all the ear, nose, and thoat rubbing deemed necessary by the billions of invasive bits of olive pollen that coat our gear and invade our bodies come morning. Ah, but it was every bit worth it for the tuscan-like views, the outdoor olive tree shower, and the charm of sleeping by a very old church in an olive grove.

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