Nerding Out with Time Travel


 “Um…dude, this is awesome.  That is a wolf over there!  All of these buildings are so old

A typical campsite at the festival...

A typical campsite at the festival…

and I love all the campsites – is that chick making lace?!  Someone over there is spinning wool?!  WHAAAA?!!  Man, people are super into it.  I’m so glad, I didn’t want to feel like a geek in my outfit.  HA – like that is possible!  This outfit is so fly – yeah, that’s right, I used the word “fly.”  I feel very secure in all these layers and the whole lacing situation sort of makes me feel seat-belted in, you know?  Why don’t we dress like this now?  Whose bright idea was it to lose layers of skirts and lace up bodices in favor of skinny jeans and crop tops?  I mean, who can pull that off?  Other than creepy-thin people who make me want to force feed them, I’m looking at you Keira Knightly.  Ridiculous…but I digress.  Ooooh, there is a musical performance over there and some hypocras to drink.  I think I will just swish my skirts on over in that direction…tee hee…swish my skirts.  I’ll just reach into my 16th century fanny pack here to find the money for my medieval drink…rad.”

“Hey, where are you going?”

I am pulled out of my internal dialogue by MB.

“I was going to go and get some hypocras and watch the performance.”

“Okay,” he says, “but maybe we go home after, yes?  Aren’t you tired?”  We had been walking around for hours at this point and, if I am going to be honest, my bodice was starting to dig into my hips a bit…maybe I do get why clothing changed.  Instead of admitting this, I give him a look like he is nuts.

I was not lying...really, a sword.

I was not lying…really, a sword.

“Babe,” I say seriously.  “There is a sword on her head…A SWORD.”

He looks over at the group that is performing and the belly dancer who is dancing with a sword on her head and laughs.  “Okay, okay, we will stay for one more.”

“Heck yeah,” I say, skipping off merrily to fetch our drinks.  We stayed out for another two hours.


So…a couple of things.

1)      I am not cool which I’m sure comes as a huge surprise to you all, gentle readers, but there it is – I’m actually a huge nerd (“well duh, like we didn’t know that already, I mean, didn’t she just make a Miss Manners reference?”). 

2)      We don’t get to do stuff like this in the United States.

For MB, going to the Medieval Festival (actually it is really Renaissance time period…see?  nerd) in Le Puy en Velay is normal.  He has done it many times with his family and beyond that has spent his entire life surrounded with opportunities to go to various historical festivals in historical villages (ahem…Carcassonne).  For me, on the other hand, this was a totally wacky and new experience.  I’ve lived in the United States, New Zealand, and Australia; in all of these countries people get excited if something is 150 years old – Europe is on an entirely different historical plane.  Wandering around in an historical costume from 500 years ago has a different feel when you are in a town that was already well established at the time.

“There is the chapel of Saint Michel D Aiguilhe,” MB points up to one of the volcanic chimneys in the distance.

“Oh yeah,” I say, looking towards it.  I’ve been to Le Puy before but for some reason I feel like I am seeing it all through new eyes…clearly something to do with the bodice and blood flow to the brain.

“It was built in the 960’s,” he continues.

I stare, dumbfounded, as a thought occurs to me.

“So, we are impersonating people from the 16th century, right?”

“Ouais…” MB responds.

“So when they were alive, that chapel was already 600 years old!  Just think of that.”

He takes a beat before responding.  “Pfff…yeah,” and there is a touch of wonder in his voice, too.  “It’s crazy.”

There is something magical about taking a moment and realizing all the people and time and events that came before you, to really stop and think about it.  That those who seem so far removed from us had a history that we can barely even touch upon – and yet, we share with them blood, DNA, genetic code.  Maybe it is because of this that we have the desire, to reach out and touch them, to connect with them…to remember some old part of ourselves, long forgotten.

As a child I would imagine myself into the past often, I would head west as a pioneer (we’ll blame Oregon Trail game** for this) or run through the Tennessee hills as a young Cherokee girl, knowing ancient and powerful secrets. I was constantly thinking myself into history, so curious with wonder about those lives that preceded me, so fervent with the desire to fill the questioning void inside me.

These days I am less prone to frolicking around in my made-up lands, there are too many other things to worry about and, usually, I see the world just as it actually is, hushing the questions away.  Most of us don’t have time to stop and imagine for long stretches, to think about all that came before…but sometimes, sometimes, we get to stand on an 11th century bridge in France, wearing 16th century dress, and stare up at a chapel built in the 900’s…hypocras on our breath and medieval drums in the distance…and perhaps, in those moments, we are more truly whole than ever.

Lisa's pic


* In case you are unfamiliar with Oregon Trail – the best game of all time:

** Here is a video of the inside of the Chapel in the photo 

  (p.s. please note the woman at 2:28 with the bottle of wine…nice, France, nice.)

10 thoughts on “Nerding Out with Time Travel

  1. I would absolutely ADORE dressing up in 16th century clothing. In Germany this summer, we accidentally came across a mediaeval fair and I was wildly jealous of all those people with their beautiful costumes. If I lived there, I’d invest in something really fabulous and go every year!
    And, speaking of old, actually owning a house that is more than 400 years old and has renaissance windows and everything is like living a dream. Australia hadn’t even been discovered by the European world then!


    1. I know! Isn’t stuff like that so cool? These Europeans just don’t appreciate it, haha! And yes, now I am all set with costumes – my sister painstakingly made that entire costume, most of it by hand. So now if any last minute festivals pop up I’ll be ready! 🙂


  2. Wait whaa? Your Sister made your amazing costume?! Holy cow she’s good. And your self-avowed dorkiness made me smile–especially as I dork out on Awe of Yee Oldeness on a regular basis. 😉


  3. I’m impressed with you sisters handiwork… of course I knew she was talented. I will say that the picture of you made me laugh. It’s just the look on your face I guess.

    I can’t get other that chapel! Who built it? That makes me want to board the next flight to come see you! And BTW, I could totally pull off that costume! 😉


    1. Haha – um yeah…because I am trying super hard not to laugh in that picture. You can tell I’m choking it back, trying to look serious. Pretty much like every single one of our wedding pictures.

      Google it – the story is pretty cool. Le Puy is one of the starting points of the Compostela – google that too. You should come on over and we’ll walk it…well, in Spring.


  4. I can’t say how much I loved your post. As you know, I, too, am a history gal. I’ve taken great pleasure through the years in imagining the Romans rampaging around. Seriously, in daily life, I’ll think about the Romans — so it’s overkill when I’m in Europe where they actually LIVED.

    Get this: there’s a LIVE-ACTION roleplay version of Oregon Trail. Seriously. Let’s go.


    1. Yay – I’m so glad you liked it! I do think about these things so often and it is good to know that someone else does as well!

      LIVE ACTION OREGON TRAIL – um…yes, please. I feel like this needs to be a trip.


  5. Cool post. I live in Korea, and one of the weird things about living here is that the country reckons its history in millennia, yet you seldom see a building that is more than 20 or 30 years old. Even a lot of the old temples are reconstructions of an original that burned down (almost everything was made of wood). Europe was pretty mindblowing in that sense – layers of stone that reach back centuries ans still in use. Definitely trippy.


    1. Hey there – thanks for reading! Wow – yeah, I hadn’t thought about that in regard to South Korea. In China there are still a lot of the ancient structures but they used a quite a bit of stone as well. It is so cool to me – I love standing in a castle, temple, etc that is centuries or millennia old and consider everything that happened there…okay, and now I’ll stop before I begin nerding out again. 😉

      Looking forward to checking out your blog!


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