Over the years, I’ve been lucky enough to travel much of the world because of my father’s occupation. Yet, while it seemed we had a new zip code every few years, the one place we always returned to was my mother’s hometown of Koenigsberg, Bavaria. It is where I remember growing up -meeting my oldest friends, spending countless days running barefoot through the woods, and racing on horseback through the moat of the old Schlossberg (castle hill). Imagine a sleepy little town, nestled in between rolling hills, and cobblestone streets that converge into one road that leads up to the town’s castle.