So this is where I come from...well at least a quarter of me. You can't really see it, but the farm where my grandfather was born is on the second hill in the distance. The olive trees and vinyards that my family have used for over a hundred years are dotted all throughout the valley. Standing on this spot, in the walled city on top the hill, Boville, where they would come to trade and buy things they needed, attend festivals, go to the church for mass, religious ceremonies and weddings, and to pay taxes...well, I feel like I know myself more now than I had before, and well, that has just meant more to me than I could have ever imagined.