We are on vacation. I think that I’m not supposed to admit that, you know, in case one of the two of you who actually still read this blog might take advantage of our absence to, I don’t know, do something unwarranted. If that is the case, then you must know my neighbors are keeping an eye out so consider yourself forewarned.
Anyway, we’re on vacation. We left early Friday morning and drove for 11 hours (actually, my husband drove, the rest of us were along for the ride and tried not to get on each other’s nerves, unsuccessfully so I might add). We ate at Cracker Barrel and Chick Fil A, watched the Tour (de France) Friday night after a quick trip for the essentials at Wal Mart. The next morning we watched the big mountain stage of the Tour–and thus by mid morning on Saturday, 28 hours after we left we had yet to do anything we couldn’t have done 3 miles from home.
Oh, except for my son locking his toy in the safe and forgetting the password he’d created. Talk about wailing and gnashing of teeth! A quick call to maintenance solved the problem (surely we weren’t the first) but I have to tell you, there was d.r.a.m.a.
Our tickets hadn’t been delivered to the front desk as was arranged. They should have been there upon check in Friday; no such luck. We called an 800 number, left a message, finally had tickets late morning Saturday; however, on our way to Colonial Williamsburg we discovered there were only tickets for 2 adults, 2 children. Last time we checked, we had four children. Another call, a wait for the hand delivery in front of the Visitor’s Center, and finally we are on our way.
Day 1: Colonial Williamsburg
Love it. The best tour: the Governor’s Palace. The tour guide was excellent. Another favorite: the blacksmith. We ate lunch at a tavern more for the ambience than the food–but the ambience, it was great. The fife and drums march, way cool. The bindery, disappointing. The magazine and gun place, pretty neat. It was hot so some of us grew a little weary and cranky (someone under five feet tall but that’s all I’m going to say about that). I loved it all and now want to go re-read 1776 (which is a fantastic book by the way).
Day 2: Busch Gardens
I am no fun when it comes to roller coasters. No fun. And when I wake up with a splitting headache, I am even less fun. So I pretty much spent the day following the guys around and holding the cell phones, glasses and other loose personal items. Which was fun in its own way because my guys had a great time. Especially my number three son, eleven years old. He was (is) a roller coaster fiend. A maniac! He rode them all. My youngest son, while not a roller coaster fiend in any sense of the word, even conquered the Loch Ness Monster. He’s come a long way, baby. As for me, I rode the log ride, a 3D ride (and kept my eyes closed), and the swings. Yeah, I know: boring.
It was HOT. We attempted to cool off in the AC courtesy of one of the shops in Germany:
Day 2 added bonus: Meeting Melissa of Breath of Life
Yes, that’s right! an MIRL (“meet in real life”) with my dear blog friend Melissa! Bless her heart, she had already made a long drive that day, something like 5 hours or so to pick up her daughter, yet she made an additional drive over to Williamsburg for some Chinese food, Starbuck’s and good conversation with yours truly. Melissa is sweet, articulate and every bit as authentic as she seems on her blog. I asked her if she had been nervous about the MIRL and she said she wasn’t. Me, on the other hand, I was so self conscious that I am now convinced I was a complete idiot! Idiot or not, I was so glad for the opportunity to meet her and I am so glad she made the effort to make it happen.
Day 3: Water Park
No pictures will be posted of this event. I think, though, I impressed my boys by riding the water slides. “Mama, you’re going to get WET?” Yes, yes, I did. The first ride I rode with the roller coaster fiend mentioned above. He couldn’t wait to tell his brothers that I screamed the whole way. Yeah, so, maybe I did. We also rode a “family” ride, me, my husband and our two youngest on a float together. Maybe I screamed again. At the end of the ride, once we could see the bottom, my youngest son yelled out in reassurance: “It’s almost over, Mama, it’s almost over!“
After the water park, we got cleaned up and went back to Colonial Williamsburg and a shopping area near William & Mary. We hurriedly bought some souvenirs and took a quick tour of Bruton Parish Church before the rain and storms hit.
Day 4: Today, our last day here in Williamsburg
We’ve already made a return trip to Busch Gardens this morning and we plan to return to Colonial Williamsburg this afternoon. In the morning we will head out to DC for the remainder of our trip.
We’re having a great time, eating too much, sleeping in and enjoying some history!