I must admit. And please forgive me when I say this, but I had never been a huge fan of the garlic festival before. Let me explain. The first time I went there about nine years ago, it happened to be a particularly HOT day. I remember it being over 100 degrees the day I was there. And my memories only include a long hike into the festival grounds because we could not find any parking near by, my daughter was only about 3 years old and was not amused with the heat and the hike. When we got there, all I can remember is a strong smell of beer (if I had to pick one smell I hate the most, it would have to be the smell of beer) and sweat and a multitude of people everywhere. And quite honestly, those elements were the ones that came to mind every time anyone asked anything about the garlic festival. I could not even think of the garlic! I could remember, however, our rushed exit from there after about twenty minutes of what I always called "torture".
Fast forward to about three or four years ago. My friend Beth convinced me to sign up as a volunteer to help in one of the booths to help our church. At that time I thought, well, I'll be in a booth, in the shade, how bad can it be? So, along I went. Sadly, that was another bad experience for me. Another extremely hot weekend, my shift seemed extremely long and I have to say exhausting, too! As soon as my shift was over, I run like a bat out of hell and I swore I would never, ever, be back again.
Now, back to last weekend. Garlic festival time again. Beth twisting my arm every day since Friday. Telling me how fun it would be. She was there every day. I finally gave in when she said we could go in early in the morning before the big rush. So along I went. I warned her I would only be there for an hour at most.
Well, I realized there were so many things I had missed before by not giving myself the chance to really be there and experience things. And people. I had missed the fun of uninterrupted photo ops; the wonderful craft section (all these years I thought there was only food and beer in there); the friendly people; the garlic man and his adorable wife; the sense of community and the atmosphere of fun. I had missed the fact that even if I did not want to eat greasy foods, I could still enjoy watching other people eat it. I had missed the fact that if you ask a perfect stranger if he or she would let you take a picture of their garlic fries, not only would they happily pose their fries for you, but they will also offer to let you take pictures of their deep fried garlic tomatoes! Ha, ha. Yes, that really happened!
There were so many things that I had missed. I never really gave the garlic festival a fair chance. And this time, I did not even smell the beer. I did notice the garlic smell, and it was delightful.
I also noticed the happy people around and thousands of smiles.
I noticed happiness.
And my friend Beth was interviewed for a local TV station. So much fun to watch and capture it all in pictures.
So, my deep apologies to the garlic festival. I can honestly say, it really wasn't the way I remember it. Quite the opposite, it was one of the highlights of my summer this year.
Oh yeah, and I ended up spending four and a half hours there this time. Quite a record for me! Thanks Beth for twisting my arm!