if you stuck me on a deserted island and told me i could only eat one genre of food for the rest of my life, without thought or hesitation i would say italian. i'm proud of my italian heritage and i like to think i have marinara sauce running through my veins (which i inherited from my italian great grandmother). italian food is my happy place.
one of my favorite traditions that we have is going to the italian festival each year on labor day weekend. the reason it is so special is because it was where we went on our very first date, and we always look forward to going back each year. this year marked the 12th year that we have gone to the festival together.
we headed down to the festival with my parents on friday night to walk around and of course eat, then we went down again on sunday night to watch the fireworks. there's just something magical about that place.
let the countdown to next year's italian festival begin!
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