The most beautiful Sundays are the ones we spend in our places, whether it is in another city or in a village. To our parents, to our grandparents … to our relatives. Where our heart calms down.

You grow and you change. The village or the city changed a little, so did its people. They all went on with their lives, some chose relocation, some others stayed. But everyone has kept something from that village or town where they lived their childhood. That village raised them.. taught them.

Our particular homelands, villages or cities where we come from, always have a special place in our hearts.

It is something very much ours and it does not compare to anything.

Gran Espresso