It’s that time of year again! The Arizona Renaissance Festival has opened it’s gates to transport us back in time to an age when Kings and Queens ruled, men were Knights, and women wore chainmail bikinis. Wait, no. Corsets.
This past weekend we made our yearly visit.
Jacinta and Ari wore the dresses that are being slowly passed down from girl to girl each year. But Veronica was very excited to wear a dirndl that belonged to Omi (my mom). It was a gift from her Omi when she visited Germany as a child. This picture doesn’t do it justice, it really is just lovely.
One of the girls’ favorite parts of the day was sitting and playing music with this lovely lady whom I did not get a picture of, unfortunately.
It’s one of the things I love most about the Festival, that the cast are so welcoming of children. They make a big effort to interact and often have small trinkets to give away, much to my children’s delight.
I think they would have stayed there for hours if they could have.
And then there’s this guy, dressed as Link. Gets me every time.
When Moira first attempted to climb the steps up to this slide, she only made it about halfway before coming back down. A couple more tries and she still wasn’t comfortable going all the way to the top. Paul lifted her onto the slide a few times and let her go. Once she had that taste she couldn’t be stopped. It was straight up the steps and down the slide, all on her own, over and over and over. It’s hard to see her face, but this little fairy girl loved that slide. Pure joy.
One of our long standing Ren Fest traditions, in addition to eating a smoked turkey leg, is enjoying a Renaissance icee.
They are tasty and refreshing at the end of a long day.
We usually split a couple, but some were not on board with this idea.
My vision of the family happily sharing a treat together, relaxing on the green, with the late afternoon sun shining in through the trees and Tartanic playing nearby…well, it didn’t exactly work out. But the icees still tasted good. Huzzah!