Tuesday, October 27, 2015

The End of the Season

Last Saturday was my last day attending the Pennsylvania Renaissance  Faire for the season. The last day is always a bit sad; it's like going home when in college and realizing it will be some time before you see your friends again. 

The faire is so much like a real community that I miss it when I'm not there. I used to think it was because of the fantasy created on the grounds but now it I realize that it's more than that. It's the love and acceptance that welcomes me back year after year, the cast, the shop keepers, the performers all of them. I cannot wait to see them again!

The staff here are so kind and wonderful :)
No matter how busy it is, the crew always makes sure they are available






























This shopkeeper taught us a new game.
He is always ready to explain about the honeybees that produce the shop's honey























We really didn't want to go.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Fall Wedding

This past Saturday my best friend since second grade got married to my best friend since college's brother.  Nicole and Tim met one chilly, fall day at the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire. I took Nicole and Mel took her brothers, and the rest is a bit of fairy tale that did not end, but simply began a new and thrilling chapter.



Thursday, October 1, 2015

Fall in the Shire

Fall is one of my favorite times of the year. It colors all of my favorite places and encourages sweaters, boots, and warm drinks.  That's one of the reason why I had such a wonderful time last Saturday at the Pennsylvania Renaissance  Faire.  They enjoy the season just as much as I do.





The second reason I enjoyed going was who I went with, my father and a group of friends.











We walked around a great deal, though we did take in some shows. As usual it was lovely just to be back and see the shopkeepers and the seasons change.













It just feels like going home every time I go. Especially since, thanks to my season pass holder friend, I've gotten to know some of the shop keepers and pop in to see them. Some of them even remember me, which is impressive consdierng how many people they must see every weekend.







Now, the only question is, when can I go back?