A light breeze rustles the leaves of the aspen trees on the hill, as the sun sets over the wine grape-covered valley. The smell of smoke, carrying the sounds of laughing children, wafts towards you in front of the sunset.

You: Where am I?

Me: You're here.

You: And where is...here?

Me: I know you must have lots of questions, and I'll answer them all in due time. For now, just relax and enjoy the summer evening.