When I was very young, my grandmother Rose would often talk to me about the beautiful land in which she was born: Corleone, Sicily. She would dream about it as she worked in the hot summer heat of Louisiana, picking strawberries as a young child. Although I was only eight years old at the time, I made a promise to myself that I would one day find my way to Sicily and reconnect my family to this land where she and my grandfather, Cosimo, were born. Forty-five years later I was able to fulfill this promise, purchasing the small piece of land on which the original stone foundation of my grandmother’s house still stands.