There I was at La Fábrica, on the brink of the dream world, when a bird appeared…

An owl, to be precise.

And since I’m on the original side, I called her Noctua so as to use a little Latin (the mother of my native tongue).

Not for nothing did I study it way back in school (you can tell I’m no Gen Zer).

Anyway, with Noctua I was referring to the Night, to the nocturnal bird.

It then became Nochuza, and last of all Lechuza – which (in Spanish at least) sounds more like a lactose-free drink than anything else…

But what I really wanted was to write a story with this owl in the leading role: a story full of helpful hints for curious children who ask questions that no one knows how to answer…

But going back to what brings us here – namely olive oil – it was in fact common to find these mysterious birds with their heads lowered into the old clay amphorae, drinking up the oil inside.

So much so that their big, round eyes turned green, to better see our hearts!

And so, in following that dream, we come to where the true origin of La Cultivada lies: in a Story, and not just olive oil!

Would you like to hear it again?

Read here all my “CULTIVATED STORIES”.

Elena Vecino