A hole in the roof. Thinking of descendance.

The hundred year old banyan tree at the entrance of the village.

Inside the room where my great-grandfather and great-grandmother lived; the home of my great-great-grandfather and his family.

Me and Uncle Steve! Steve and my dad are old friends; I have known him my whole life. It was truly special to have him lead my rooting.

A hornets nest being built in the middle of the path that led to where my grandfather and great-grandfather used to be buried.

Speaking to my grandmother, thanking her and all that came before.

This elder knew exactly where my relatives graves used to be and led us there.

The village chief was also the leader of a Chinese opera band that played for the village every single night. He patiently taught me some rhythms!

Professor Yani dressed me up in one of the opera costumes!

And Gino was chosen to dress up, too!

He wasn't expecting a hug...

The Roots and village leaders and me!