Nine Generations.

For nine generations a family in Civita has pressed olives for oil. The current owner is an enthusiastic showman. He swings his arms about gesturing us to enter his small shop where a fire burns in the side of his fire place. The room is dim and the walls are stone, the very stone of the mountain upon which Civita sits. We eat olive oil, salt, garlic on bread that has been toasted upon an open fire. Here, the simplicity adds something to the overall taste. Down the street the road ends at the edge of a cliff. Here there sits an old woman with a lame foot. She offers to let us take pictures from her back yard for one Euro.