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Renaissance Festival

 
 
One of the bigger outings we did while my husband was away for work was heading to the Renaissance festival.  The boys have been begging to go all fall and the weather and our schedule finally cooperated.  We decided to go to an early mass one Sunday and then head directly to the "Ren Fen" as it is called here.
 
We had never been to the Ren Fen and it was quite the experience!  Since we went early, it was not too crowded when we got there, but there were SO MANY people dressed in costume.  We walked around and then decided to make a plan to figure out what shows we should attend.  My boys, in their usual fashion, chose shows that involved knights, weapons and horses; which meant we would spend most of our time at the Jousting Arena.   We watched the Knight School and learned all about Knight armour and he different styles of Jousting. We watched a Jousting tournament and ate Turkey legs.  And the boys learned all about how to fight with their new swords (purchased that day but put away for Christmas . . . they have been asking for swords for a long time!)
 
Jousting tornament
 
The day was a lot of fun, but by the time the Jousting tournament was over, the Festival was getting very packed.  As we tried to wade through the crowd to find new and fun attractions, my resolve waned and I told the boys it was time to go.  There were just too many people around and it was getting harder and harder to make sure that the boys stayed right with me.  So we headed home and went to Cold Stone for a special treat!
 
 
All in all, it was a fun experience.  Maybe we will go again next year!
 



 

K learning the "Look, there is a . . . " move to beat your opponent!




Comments

  1. So cool! It was one of the things we did not take advantage of when we lived in that area. I really wish we had.

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  2. Oh my goodness, these pics are awesome!! We used to take our boys to the Ren Fest every year when we lived in KC. It was a blast! It's a perfect place for boys!! :)

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  3. I've always thought those look like fun, but have never been before. Once in 11th grade my family and two others had a "Medieval Feast" where we all dressed up like people from those times and cooked food like what they might have eaten, but I doubt it was as immersive experience as what you get at Renaissance festival.

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