Olive groves are all over Spain. Some are very very old and the trunks on the trees are massive.
The beautiful soft colour of the leaves reminds you that they represent Peace.
Many towns have olive oil processing plant, but back in the day the oil was extracted by individual families.
Huge granite wheels and spindles were used to crush the olives and their stones.
The olive then flowed through the splits in the base stones and was collected underneath.
This is an olive press, a more recent invention.
Wheels and trees.
The whole roundabout collection.
This huge tree was actually flowering.
Too big to hug. That's how huge some trunks are.
My turn to push the stone wheel.
End on photo. Trying to be Instagrammy!! Haha.
And some lovely olives. Perhaps you could call them rescue olives, because they didn't get oiled!!. I haven't had a meal in Morocco or Spain that hasn't begun with a small dish of olives and then a smaller dish is placed on the table for the stones.
Most days in Spain I order a tomato salad for lunch. It's always an adventure as each day it is different. Today's was with mozzarella and black olives.
The centre piece of the salad was an olive stuck inside a small tomato. Cute, eh??