I’m so sorry that I haven’t blogged in so long. Other times,
when I’ve been on vacation or out of town for more than a day or two, I plan
ahead – and write ahead – so that my blogs can post even when I don’t have
internet. This time, I even had internet access (most of the time at least),
but I just didn’t get my act together before we left home last Saturday. I had
decided that I was going to have an actual vacation for the first time in I don’t
know how long and spend four days unconnected. It didn’t really turn out that
way, but oh, well, some of me unconnected.
The good news is now I have lots of material to share. (Good
for me at least, you will have to let me know if it works out for you or not.)
Saturday, Hubby and I headed off to Minnesota to attend the Renaissance Festival for the umpteenth time. I was going to look back through my records
and see just how many times I’ve been there, but you’ll have to trust me – it’s
somewhere between seven and twelve. I think I am going to have to keep going to
it and continue writing about it until I remember how to spell it. Renasaince?
No. Reneasunce? No. Renasanince? No. Didn’t you already try it that way? Don’t
know what I would do without spell check.
Sunday morning we woke up bright and early in our dumpy
hotel room in Chaska, Minnesota, jumped in the car and off we went. We hadn’t
come up on the Festival Grounds from Chaska before, so as we were heading to
the usual route a sign popped up pointing us in a different direction. I was
naturally nervous, coz that’s what I do – fret over everything.
We ended up at the Queen’s Gate instead of the King’s Gate.
Worked out all right I guess, as we parked three rows from the gate and there
were easily a thousand less people waiting to get in this gate as opposed to
the main gate.
I
love all the buildings throughout the grounds. So cool. Here are the King and the Queen, with their random servants. A little different from kings and queens of today, except maybe for the entourage.
These guys are the Danger Committee. Reynaldo, Bald Guy and Other Guy. Hysterical.
Crazy guys too.
But didn’t relax me quite this much. But close.
Next time, I’ll be posting here about our trip down the road
from there.
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