I live in a beautiful city. Not too much cars, not too much population, not too much pollution. Wherever you look, there's always a hint of a healthy environment. The people are warm and hospitable, and they surely know how to enjoy.
If you've got festive people around you, chances are you're living in a very lively city. That is exactly the case for my hometown. All year round, fests are all over the place. There seems to be a special event every once in a while that the neighborhoods have to celebrate, as every now and then, community-wide parties take place in an audaciously jubilant mood.
But the main event of the city comes in two-fold. There are two city-wide festivals known all over the country; one in March and one in August. The earlier festival is for the town's inauguration while the other is a thanksgiving festival which is thanking the gods for a bountiful harvest while at the same time asking them to be just as generous when the time for the next harvest comes.
While both festivals have different backgrounds, they are celebrated in almost the same way. The preparations usually take place months before the actual day of the festival. The whole city is decorated with street pole banners and pennant streamers, and citywide exhibits and promotions happen. On the day of the festival itself, the city looks so beautiful that you might end up pretending as a mini Barbie doll walking around in a mini kingdom play set. Everything looks nothing short of fantastical.
When it's all done though, a calm and quiet week usually follows. It is the time when the city seems to be at sleep. Beauty sleep that is, as the street pole banners usually remain for about a week or so, as if to entice people of the idea that it wouldn't take so long before the next festival takes place.
by:
The Flagman
