This wasn’t my first Renaissance Festival but it was my favorite Ren Fest Experience.
There are a lot of weird people in the world, I get that. I actually like the weird people, but this is where they gather.
The first time I went was in 2007. When we left, my mom ended up getting a speeding ticket when she wasn’t even speeding and on top of that there were things going on in the family. Let’s just say the day was already to an awful start. We decided to leave to get some lunch. We went home to eat and then I decided I wanted to take a walk. One of the neighbor’s dogs (a chow) came running at me viciously and I had never been so scared in my life. I ran as fast as I could down a hill (full of mine dirt, the hardest dirt) and landed absolutely the wrong way. I landed and broke the wrist I landed on. When I went to stand up, I realized my leg didn’t look right. I tried to walk and only made the problem worst. I broke my femur bone, which is the biggest bone in the body, and the hardest one to break. They had to stretch my leg out of my torso and pull it back into place. I had to be carried up the hill on a stretcher, to a few different hospitals, because they couldn’t help me. Finally that night I had to go into surgery and got two titanium rods put in my leg. I was in a wheelchair for months. Finally I got transferred to crutches and had to do all of this around a hard cast. Finally I got the rods removed almost a year later and to this day, that leg feels funny and I have wicked scars. Anyway… back to the present.
I felt like I had better luck this time because I met Tater Tot the llama. Tater Tot did a weird head limp flop thing that made me laugh so hard and I lost it every time he did that. He looked stupid but I loved him.
We spent the day walking around and looking at all of the shops, both of the times we went. I got to see my cousin for the first time in years. He is one of the jousters in the show traveling with the festival. I think that’s one of the coolest jobs; He gets to travel the world and meet so many people with so many stories. I think such stories and experiences are what make life. It strikes an interest in me.
I also got to meet the beloved mermaids — all three of them! It was really all I was talking about prior to going to the Ren Fest. The mermaid was diving to the bottom of the tank to get tiny blue stones for little girls who were taking pictures with them. Most of the time it was for a dollar and I *almost* did it but then I realized I am 21 years old and I don’t need to be buying tiny stones for $1. It was still sweet to see their faces light up because a real live mermaid gave them a treasure.
Referring to the weird people mentioned above, I think the weird people are what make up the festival. It’s a good kind of weird. There were people doing acts that I couldn’t tell if they were real or fake and even how they did them. We walked by a garden of fairies for goodness sake. I suppose most of them are real and not just illusions because my cousin was taking real hits while jousting; this portion wasn’t for show.
By the end of the day, I was tired, burnt, and I had black feet. Someone should’ve told me not to wear sandals to a festival that is set up on the darkest dirt in Florida. I didn’t mind my temporary tan lines though.