Walking with pockets full of olives.

One of the highlights of being in Olvera is being able to walk and ride on the Via Verde, a disused railway track that has been converted to allow people to walk, cycle or horse ride through the "green way". It travels from Olvera for 36 km through a series of tunnels and olive groves amidst rolling green hills and the occasional building ruin. All very picturesque, and on a sunny day, an extremely pleasant pass time judging by the number of people that get out there.

Georgie and I first went walking along it and were mesmerised by the olive trees dripping with plump, ripe olives yet to be harvested. She soon had pockets full of them and amused herself by seeing how far they'd fly through the air while a serious wish was made.  The second time we visited the via verde, either there had been a lot of children doing the same thing or the farmers had finally managed to harvest their olives and put them to a greater use than wishes.

The second time we went we decided to go bike riding but made the mistake of leaving to early in the day and despite it being warm and sunny while standing still, the wind chill factor was too much for Georgia. Whinge, whinge...you get the picture.  We eventually made it back to the beginning and ended up hiring a tandem bike, which was a lot of fun, but more so for the person on the back who got to sit and admire the view, even though they were meant to be pedalling. Nope, it wasn't me. Everything was going along smoothly until Georgie's shoelace got caught in the chain, causing us to tip 90 degrees left while in the middle of a pitch black tunnel. A few choice words later and we were back on the bike.  That was a about a week ago....and today when we were again at the via verde office buying a poster of one of the tunnels, we even managed to laugh about it. Just like childbirth, the memory fades.