You know how when you look so forward to something that when it’s over, you’re sorry? Maybe even mournful? This weekend wasn’t that kind of thing. No, no, don’t misunderstand. I told you before how much we look forward to this past weekend at the Great Italian Festival in downtown Reno, and I meant it. What I mean to say is that it doesn’t really feel over, just yet.
It’s not the huge pile of debris that needs to be put away … huge pots and pans, decorations, signs, chairs … and it’s not that I’m still tired (although, I still am.) The feeling I still have is a bit of warmth and happiness about how it all turned out.
Did we win any medals this year, you might be asking. Nope. Not for decorating or sauce-making. Nothing. Did we sign a huge spaghetti sauce deal with some huge pasta company? Nah, not that. We did do something incredible, though. For two whole days, those I love best chopped, laughed, stirred, visited, drank wine and just plain connected. We had nothing better to do than be together and enjoy each others’ company – all 30 of us! How often does that get to happen in any of our lives anymore?
Everything I had hoped of this weekend came true. Family (both genetically and experientally related) came from Utah and California; others simply dropped by, knowing we’d be there and wanting to say hi. Lots just hung out for hours. It was like one big front porch…with Italian seasonings, of course. Nobody had to call first, the “door” was open and everyone knew it! Even those we just met!
Holidays are ahead of us, and we can’t all be together at the same time. We’re coming into a really hectic season, but we all had a bit of a rest stop before the onslaught. The Italian Festival is like that. It’s in the past for this year, but we all know it’s coming again next year and I already can’t wait! It’s that kind of thing!
I want to see more pics of the festival!!