The Garlic Festival

Saturday, connect day, joy day, relax day, rest day, recharge, venture out, Do something physical. Trying to get into a routine, now that I am without a walking buddy. Too dark, cold and rainy this morning to walk so it was off  to the gym - just treadmills. It felt so good to move. Ventured out with my friends Paula and Steve. She is a vibrant excited-about-life Latino who spices up any adventure and her story is one that is worth telling (but at another time). Our destination was the Garlic Festival at Rebec Vineyards in Amherst Virginia. More or less an excuse to eat and sample fruits of the land and vine. It was like a medieval renaissance faire without the knavery and dress. Tents in the woods and fields, musical venues, feasts of food, drink, and craft vendors eagerly hawking their wares. Ladies fancied wreaths of ribbons in their hair and scarf and lace ties (like ballerina tutus) around their waists (they wore these over pants - odd sight, but all in fun). People were dancing and soaking in the delights, glad that the rain was holding off. Who knew in the 14th century that these traditions would carry on? Some good things stay the same.

What can we pass along?