But mayhap I did not listen carefully enough before embarking on a medieval quest.

As you may have guessed, my husband and I traveled many miles (well, not really) to a renaissance faire this past weekend.

The faire location is actually pretty close, but we felt like we had traveled many miles – or mayhap it just seemed that way and was, in actuality, more of a time travel than a distance travel.

From the moment we entered the parking lot and saw loin-clothed men ferrying people from their cars to the gates in medieval rickshaws to the first greeting we heard “Good day, m’lord and m’lady” as we walked in the gate, it was clear that we were not in present-day Bastrop County anymore.

Foresooth, many of the inhabitants and visitors of Sherwood Forest Faire clearly believe that they are living in a distant time and place.

This was our first foray into someone else’s fantasy and sometimes it felt a little like voyeurism – sort of like peeking in someone’s window, since we were clad in present day attire (jeans and T-shirts) and all around us thronged renaissance residents in fabulous and many-varied costumes.

God’s teeth! There was even a Centaur, and the costume was extremely believabe. The man part was probably a 6-and-a-half foot tall man who was built like a horse and attached to his rear was a large horse (without a head) costume. The man’s feet were the horse’s front feet. The whole costume was almost as big as the Clydesdale horses that were taking people for rides around the grounds in elaborate carriages. Okay, maybe he wasn’t that big, but he was big enough!

We partook of some of the faire’s fare – for lunch we had gyro’s (too much onion and a little pricey, I’m not used to spending the same amount on a gyro as I normally do on a complete lunch, but hey, it’s a faire, right?).

We have both wanted to try mead – wine made with honey instead of grapes and were pleasantly surprised by how good that turned out to be.

The privies were a little too realistic, but all in all, it was ‘wondrous well’ – and worth the ‘pounds’ it cost to get in.