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I've always wanted to go to one. The closest is nearly an hour away though

I heard a Latin Mass once in 1980 at the Renaissance Faire in Southern California. That's when there were only two, southern Faire, a spring festival, and northern faire, a harvest festival, both operated by the same organization, years before the proliferation of lame faires.

I used to participate because there were people I would never have met otherwise. One of them was Ernie, the Episcopalian priest, who on the Saturday before Easter celebrated an outdoor mass in Latin at about 9PM. I had never heard the liturgy before, but I was taken by the drama and gravitas. My friend went up to partake of the host, but not being a Catholic, I chose to remain seated. It still remains one of my favorite memories of that period.