Friday, after a day in school with Luca, I set off for Caresana and aperitivi at Giulia's house. We had a lovely time surrounded by Giulia's Dad's art watching the sun set over the hills and munching cevapcece before heading off with the adorable Yuri (the dog) to the Sagra.
The Sagra (local village festival) is famous in these parts, and used to known for its cherries - all grown in the local area. People flock there at the weekend from Trieste (much to the annoyance of the local villagers, who can't leave the village as the road closes) to eat the barbeque and the cherries and dance to the bands that play.
Those who go the sagra and think that nothing has changed in recent years would be wrong. There used to be 2 sagras in the village, which is half communist and half catholic - one run by each faction. But now the only surviving one is that of the church. The other change is the cherries. It seems that olives are a much more profitable crop than cherries, so the crop has switched.
Now most of the cherries at the Sagra are brought in.
But still delicious and its great that the tradition continues.
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