This weekend I fell in love with the cannoli

The weekend began on a great note,

when the new assistant at my office surprised me

with some fresh flowers as a thank you

for helping getting her situated and settled into the office.

They’re at my desk

and I was amazed at how such a little gesture

made me smile more for the remainder of the work afternoon

and had me looking forward

to seeing them again this morning.

After a fabulously, lazy Friday night of pizza, wings & tv,

I approached Saturday with enthusiasm

to start packing up all my stuff.

This becomes not fun fast.

That evening, I gladly abandoned the packing,

and joined my old roommate

and soon-to-be new roommate

at the St. Anthony Festival

in my soon-to-be neighborhood.

But before we traveled to the North End,

I basked in the sun at Park Street a

nd my attempts at capturing the summer beauty

was disrupted by the beautiful shine of the sun.

Words can’t describe the smells that tickled my nose

at the festival Saturday night;

I wish my stomach was big enough to consume all the

pastas, sauces, breads, cannolis, pastries

that met my eyes and nose.

Instead I settled on some sangria, my first arancini with spinach

and my first cannoli.

I fell in love at first bite

and am in extreme danger living so close

to such wondrous tastes and textures.

It was a fun night with 2 girls I absolutely adore

and I’m even more excited now to begin my adventures

in this historic, tasty, and quirky area of the city.