Let the olive harvest begin!

 I am officially in love with this guy. He is called Renoir and I find the name really appropriate. He lives behind my room and I get to see him and say hello to him every now and again...

Today, the olive harvest begun and I can already feel some sore muscles in my body. My hands smell of olives, in fact I stink of olives! We use a special kind of machinery which shakes the olives from the tree and we also scrape them off by hand.

I was so scared of climbing up on the ladder, but I thought to myself I'll be safe, I had to breath deeply and I said thank you to the tree for keeping me safe and offering me it's olives. I think the trees are much happier once they are rid of their burden, it's like they have a nice shower!

Last night, I got to make my own pizza! The dow was already ready, but I had to make it in the shape of a pizza! So here I am, proudly making my own pizza... All these new things are so exhiting, I cannot start to tell you how glad I am to be here, making my dream come true... And Italy is so full of flavors, colours, sounds, smells... Living with an Italian family makes you an Italian, they are so proud of their organic olive oil and they seem to litterally have a taste for living... Tomorrow I'll cook some pasta for them, let's see if they like it... Ciao!