It was inevitable, really, wasn’t it? Most everywhere we stop, Ross and I are also surrounded by ancient olive trees. No sooner does the wine start to flow than olive oil from the very groves we’re staring at is also generously offered, along with some nice crusty bread.

Weak as we are, we immediately start to dream about how to get some bottles home beyond the ones stuffed into our luggage. Our plan is to top off a container with some of our favorites and offer them to you. Check back now and again or look for an e-mail from us once we get all this sorted out. I promise you won’t be disappointed.