For some reason today, I was thinking about how lucky I have been to see all four of my grandparents' house in a little village called Pontelandolfo right outside of Benevento, Italy. As a descendant of immigrant parents, I consider myself one many few individuals who get to physically experience their roots.
The second time I was able to have my brother and cousin join me on the trip and we all were staying in a little town outside of Benevento called Ponte where our cousins live. What I tend to call an estate, they call it home and the only thing they've ever known. This photo is a view from the small bed and breakfast my uncle is in the process of building on one side of his land.