Corelyn called me yesterday to tell me, and Jeff texted me. “The Italian festival is here!” And indeed, it was. Last night we checked it out, and it was everything this Italian could ask for, and more.
This is the band that was playing. They were great, and got lots of people dancing, as you can see.
This is the three of us on the way to watch bocce ball for a while.
This is where you put a pin in wherever you are from in Italia. Jeff and I had to participate.
I made a comment about how I thought the Palluzzis where from outside Roma, but I wasn’t sure about the Iannuccis. Which prompted the woman to go, “Oh my god, Iannucci? I-A-N-N-U-C-C-I? Stop it. Do you know Rudy?” To which I said, “I’m not sure, where is he from?” to which she said “He lives in New Jersey.” To which I said, “I don’t know, maybe, I’m from back east.” And she proceeded to tell the other man working the both, “Oh my gawd, she’s from back east. Hon, write your name down. Write down you’re email. He’ll email ya.”
And of course, it wouldn’t be complete without running into my own family at the Festival, basically the only other Italians I know in California.
Photo of the Italian’s on the way out…Corelyn, I think, learned a lot.