Some moves are more difficult than others, and this last move has been a doozy. While only an hour away from where I lived before, this town feels strange, and I feel strange in it. It’s a quiet area that indulges in random events that can only be found by those who have already been before. However, a daily reading of the newspaper, much like reading a treasure map, can lead you to the most unlikely of places…
This town loves heritage festivals. Usually, I hear about them after they’ve happened, but the newspaper has been touting the German-American Festival for the past week.
The festival is a celebration of all things German, which meant food and beer were the order of the day.
This place served the best potato salad I have ever eaten, and I don’t even like potato salad.
What’s a festival without funnel cake?
There were even carnival rides.
Top: Denim & Supply Bohemian Beach Top (similar)
Jeans: Not Your Daughter’s Jeans (similar)
Hat: Scala (c/o Lipton Publicity)
Bag: Antonio Melani
While Lederhosen and dirndls were worn by many festival goers, I was not as colorfully attired. Maybe next year. I am, however, sporting the much eyed green wristband, which was only given to those over 21 and under 30. It was the most fashionable accessory of the festival.