The journey to Rovito felt like a spiritual journey for me, as until recently I was unaware of where in Italy my grandfather came from, several years back while at the Roma Termini at a hotel booking station the agent mentioned one of the two nearby young men had the same name but with two zeds and I felt so ignorant not even knowing where my grandfather was born.

This is a photograph of the small village of Rovito.

Via Guiseppe Mazzuca.

This is a even smaller village located near Rovito.