The second week of July is, perhaps, my most favorite time of year. It’s hot, the sun doesn’t set until 9pm, and sleeping becomes a waste of time. It is also the week when I can walk 5 minutes down the street and arrive at a classic carnival, equipped with some not-so-safe-looking rides, pushy carnies, Richie’s slush, and homemade gnocchi. Because, above all else, the annual St. Mary of Carmen Festa is Italian. Well, Nonantum Italian, which includes a colorful history of travelling with gypsies in Europe. If you’ve never been referred to as mush, you’ve probably never thought to attend. Pellegrini park in Nonantum may be the one place in America where the passage of time has no effect. And I’m happy to call it home.
About Me:Katy is a near life-long resident of Massachusetts, but only recently learned it has more than one town that starts with the letter 'g.' She loves the smell of boiling maple sap, the crisp taste of freshly picked apples and 128 when its dark outside. She's got the radio on.