i love traditions. one of my favorites is our special tradition to go to the italian festival each year on labor day weekend. it was where we went on our very first date, and we always look forward to going back every year. this year was extra special since it marked the 11th year that we have gone together.
after we went biking on saturday, we headed down to the italian festival for dinner. there is always so much wonderful food there. we had eggplant parm pizza, sausage and peppers, and pizza fritta. yum! we went again on sunday night to watch the fireworks and shared a slice of white pizza. let the countdown to next year's italian festival begin!
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