There was a Renaissance Faire in Antigua a few weeks ago, the first of its kind in Guatemala. There were jugglers, pixies, and angels in pink tights. There were sword fights by young velvet-clad swashbucklers and pantomime. There was Pan the Goat Boy on stilts covered by some brown furry fabric. The smell of barbecued meat on the grill wafted over the green shaded meadow of the religious cloister that hosted the event. Families with children in strollers wandered about the greensward and the sound of swords clashing could be heard.
There were two lady fencers, Flor and Reyna. Their ballet of blades ended with Reyna triumphant: she did have the better costume and the moves. There was Andalusian style dancing, Arabic belly dancers and a L.Ron Hubbard booth, offering ‘˜free stress tests, tapes and books.’ I had no idea that L.Ron was a Renaissance Man.
The music was that of the Irish persuasion: Enya and a few balladeers, close enough for Medieval times. Nineteen vendors, although a few were late setting up: this is Central America, where no one shows up on time, even if it’s about making money. The children chased each other around the enclosure, clutching black balloons emblazoned with the Century 21 logo: Should it have read Century 14? Judging from the size of the crowd, it appeared to be a moderate success: the attendees had no idea that they too were supposed to attend in period costume, aside from one mother and daughter combination. Maybe next year.