For a week, I lived on an olive oil
estate with a dozen other students, spending each morning in a
centuries-old kitchen, preparing all sorts of soups, homemade pastas,
and roasted meats. When everthing was ready, we'd take our seats at a
long, narrow table on a lush, sun-soaked lawn in front of the main
villa. Platters were passed, wine was poured, compliments were flung far
and wide - it was as if we were filming a commercial for some bad
California Chardonnay. In other words, it was perfect.
- Adam Rapoport.
