Ok, so I live in Southern California - SoCal, and as excited as I once was to attend a local festival or parade - I have been nothing short of disappointed. To the point where I just don’t enjoy going to them. And then we have the Sicilian festival, W E L L…should I give this festival a whirl at the risk of being disappointed - again? Risk I shall (see below).
At first I thought the idea of going to a Sicilian Festival would spark much interest in it being a family outing…ya know all 11 of us plus Liz & Mika (my should be SIL and my 5 year old niece). But once again as usual, as the event gets closer people start to “drop like flies” out of the plans. I really don’t get it. So off we went, just the 4 of us (Dave, Dominic, Cosette, and myself). We were heading down south to Little Italy in downtown San Diego. Passing through the charred hillside that was recently burned in a wildfire a few days back. When we arrive in San Diego, we found a clear blue sky, no smoke in the air whatsoever, and a lovely mild temperature of 68 degrees. Beautiful. We drove around for a bit looking for parking, passing and re-passing several of the same vehicles on the same hunt. Eventually we found a spot many blocks away and began the walk over to India street. Strolling the Jacaranda lined street and over to the festival. It’s quite lively and there are many booths lining the street - merchandise, travel, cultural associations and food vendors. An odd thing that we notice, is that most of the vendors are not Sicilian or even Italian! This definitely annoyed Cosette - she is a purest! As an adult, I understand that you have to fill the festival with whoever is going to pay for a spot. But it was just a bit odd that less than 15% of the vendors had anything to do with Sicily/Italy! (I only photographed the Italian ones. Hehe)
“To risk is to risk appearing the fool. To weep is to risk appearing sentimental. To expose feelings is to risk exposing our true self. To place your ideas, your dreams, before the crowd is to risk loss. To love is to risk not being loved in return. To live is to risk dying. To try at all is to risk failure. But to risk we must. Because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The man, the woman, who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.”
( Emerson )