I am an avid traveler who can proudly boast of traveling across different parts of the planet.
In all of my travel experiences, nothing impresses me more than culture and festivals that identify the core of a people. There Is no better way to learn more about a community, whether civilized or not, than to be a part of what they do regularly. One of my closest friends understood this too well and was eager to invite me to places where such festivals were held. This time around, she was eager to have me attend one in her hometown. This was the famous Bengtson’s Pumpkin Farm and Fall Fest in Orland Park. This was a tradition that had run for four decades, and the town’s people looked forward to the festival every year. I was fortunate to have been around at the time it happened, thank my friend’s invite. It runs from September 25 and November 1 and often includes all kinds of fun for all people. I had never seen so many pumpkins in life before, not to mention I had so much fun since I was a kid. This was the perfect place to let go of all your worries and embrace your inner child. The food was just out of this world, and by the time I had to go back to my hotel room, I knew that I would not have anything at the hotel. All I wanted was to take a hot shower and turn on the heater to keep myself warm. Instead, I got a portable heater which was not what I expected for this kind of hotel. When I left two days later, I ensured to note that they needed a better heating system for guests.