My heritage is calling me again at the annual Greek Festival, which me and my son attended today. It always starts off with wonderful Greek food, which I think is one of the main reasons my son goes with me each year. ; ) The festival music is playing in the background, as we look at all the booths with their unique items to buy, some of them handmade with love. Walking into the church, we gaze and appreciate the art work that is very different from the paintings and art that I've ever seen. A hand carved alter was sent here all the way from Greece. We look at the assortment of desserts, which some of the recipes go back for hundreds of years. There are so many to choose from. Greek pastries can be rich, so we get a few different kinds and take bites from each. What could be better than baklava?.....the baklava cheesecake. Oh, it's something else. Another year marveling at the good people around me and their traditions. A feeling of love and hope comes over me, knowing I belong to them, as my Greek roots make us one.