The last day of the festival, we also had a major rainstorm (or two). For the last couple hours, An and I gave up on selling books. We packed everything into the middle of the tent, and went to the tavern for the pub sing. There was a lot of puddle jumping going on by children, and lots of adults! The actors from the mud show made a mud sliding competition in front of the tavern, and everyone was fairly soaked through at that point.
After the pub sing, we went back to the tent to pack everything into the car, and I had one of the more terrifying experiences of my life. We folded the tent in, and as we started shaking the canvas roof off the frame, a spider the size of a small squirrel flew off and went right down the front of my bodice. I screamed and An rushed to help me. She quickly untied my laces, and I tried to shake it out (while protecting my modesty). I thought I was successful, so she began to retie it. I then felt the thing start to creep across my torso and shrieked again. We ran to the car, and Clara, another girl who was working a booth helped shield me as I ripped off my bodice, and grabbed another top. I was not going to wear the spider bodice a second longer! I got redressed and we made our way back to the pub.
All things considered, it was a great, successful weekend. Tons of fun. Can't wait for next year!