Luca approves....Fried Dough

We stuck around the pool playing with Trish's kids today. The weather has been so humid lately. There is no where else to go but near or around water. We tried to go to a park in Watertown (up the road from Sal's place)...stayed there for 10 minutes, burned our bum on the swing seats and our hands on the monkey bars and decided it wasn't 'fun' anymore. Back to the pool.

At 6.30pm we drove to the Italian festival of St Carmel at Orsola's local church. Her parents live about 2 minutes up the street so we ventured from their house and walked along the street as a group. One smart ass guy who was getting out of his car said 'hey look, here's comes the procession" (since there was about 6 adults and 12 children walking hand in hand). Italian and American flags were waving in the wind from flag poles on the street lights...it was just how I imagined an Italian neighbourhood in America to be like...including the concrete statues out the front of some of the houses.

Loud Italian cheese ball music welcomed us and the smell of fried dough danced in the humid breeze. Italian American's were all speaking loudly and eating lots of food in a makeshift tent on the ashfelt courtyard of the church.

You have to get tickets first to get your food and drink so we did that. Got the fried dough and headed back to the house to eat.

Luca got his first taste of Fried Dough..and absolutely loved it. Cried when we weren't feeding him it fast enough...a true italian boy.

The kids were going nuts running around the house, high on sugar and Luca was laughing and giggling and getting all hyped up from the atmosphere. Rob and Maria's little girl Francesca was infatuated with Luca and hung around like a bad smell asking 'Why' all the time. 'Why is Luca looking at the grass?", "Why is he looking at me", "Why is he waving his hands like that". OMG stop already. But she was cute...and Luca giggled at her too which made her hang around more.



Around 8.30pm we drove back to the house....tried to put wide-eyed and bushy tailed Luca to bed...but there was no chance in hell...he was still laughing and giggling and rolling over until 11pm.

OH BOY.....last night in Waterbury.