~James A. Baldwin
…can you guess where I went this weekend?
Yep, the Renaissance Festival.
Land of honeyed mead, pear cider (my favorite), and ale to quench thy thirst.
Where turkey legs, ribs, Ye stuffed spuds, Sir Lancewurst Sausage on a Stick and many other artisan delights assure to satisfy a King’s (or Queen’s) appetite.
A village where the uppercrust gentry, along with bawdy maids and knights in-not-so-shining armour, jesters, men in kilts, pirates, bellydancers, and the faerie folk mix and mingle to create a magical world that celebrates the year of 1533 when King Henry VIII and Queen Anne Boleyn reigned supreme.
It amazes me how a person can leave behind today’s high tech, fast pace world upon entering the Renaissance Festival. With the first “G’day, Milady” at the ticket counter, you step back into time. Not only was I astounded at the costumes, but the length people go to getting into the spirit of things. Everyone stays in character even down to the accents of the period.
And you just can’t help but get caught up in the magical world.
And why not? Not that I am in the market to wear those long skirts and those push-your-boobs-up-so-high-they-almost-pop-your-eye-out bodices, but I had so much fun watching everyone else.
I tried a Chinese Stir-fry for lunch and of course, a Funnel Cake for dessert! But I am sure the calories I consumed were walked off by the time I got through the 38-plus acre park.
To give you a little taste of what I saw:
There was so much to see it is impossible to see it all in one day. Next year…
~Sandy
