That was the low point of the trip, though. From then on we all had a good time. I liked the Living History tour section of the Faire (look back for my views on museums if you find this hard to imagine). Then #2 son, whose class I was chaperoning, headed off to try out all the assorted weaponry and I went to the fiber booths and the performances.
It was pirate weekend. I have a soft spot for pirates. I think my whole family does. #1 daughter planned, as a little girl, to get married on a pirate ship. She got married in a back yard, but she did marry a sailor. The women on the bus (the chaperones) wear saying “All women like pirates!” and the lone man, the teacher, mused that he had always been the landlubber watching the girls run off with pirates. Sigh.
In any case, I enjoyed the pirates’ shows. The jousting was another high point. Most of the boys — including my own son — bought weapons to bring home. None of the girls did. The women bought yarn — as I did — or art objects. Some had their hair braided or such frivolous things.
What is fun about a Renaissance Faire? Part of it is the same as any fair. It’s like the farmers’ market or Autumnfest or the biker fair that went on here while I was in KC. There’s also the fun of dressing up and taking on another character. That’s the same fun as Hallowe’en. It’s leaving our daily lives and responsibilities behind and playing, as we rarely do once we leave childhood.
There’s a charm to the time period, too. The clothes are becoming and festive. There is a romance and simplicity, largely illusory. We ignore the dirt and disease in our reconstructions of the time (though the living history actors did a good job of reminding us). We only think of the prettiness, the daring. The world was new-found and much bigger than folks had thought just a few centuries before. Da Vinci, Shakespeare, and Marco Polo were of this time — but so were fairies and dragons.
Unfortunately, we were not able to meet up with #2 daughter, as we had hoped. But overall, it was a great trip.