The Giving Tree

I am reminded, in this coastal paradise, of the children's book.

The place built into the side of an Italian shoe is pure.

They are forever waiting for the sun to rise so the tourist will come.

All through the cold rainy months of October through May.

And then the sun comes out and warms the water, dries the olives and lights up the lemons until they are as big as grapefruits.

Soon the boats come out, sidewalks fill, the hotels open and the people follow.

The olives grow until they are picked and then smashed for their blood.

And then they wait for the earth to give again.  The sun, the wind, the rain, the ocean, the limestone, the lemons, the olives, all for pleasure.