My wife did considerable research on things to do on this hike. Since she is a culinary artist, once we arrived at Lenno the primary objective was to find this place, an establishment that supposedly makes some of the best olive oil in the world. We hiked around a bit, going up and down the hills and through the back streets, until finally asking someone at a restaurant where it was. Because we had taken so much time to get there it was closed by the time we found this sign. It was a small establishment, but it was obvious that the proprietors lived in this house, which was adjacent to the business.
After traveling so many miles - several of which were on foot - to get there, we were not to be deterred. I went up to the house and knocked on the door. When the proprietor answered I explained that we were from Texas, and had come a long way to their humble establishment, and could they please open up at least enough to sell us a few bottles. Though he wasn't very eager about it, he got the keys and opened the shop, even giving us an encapsulated tour of the facility and press that was utilized in making the oil that we were about to buy. After about 20 minutes our charm did its work and he was laughing and full of stories by the time we thankfully shook hands and said Chao.
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