The road winds along the sinuous course of the sweet hills, then it becomes a short stretch of white road in the wood, when you arrive your heart expands and you feel at home: the neat rows of grapevines, the foliage of the olive trees and the tall pines on the gate give you welcome. Pruning grape vines, olive trees, picking grapes, pick up the olives to the mill, follow the rhythm of nature and forget the frantic rush of civilization.