A great time

We had a great time in Williamsburg. What a delight it was to visit the old colonial times and be reminded how far we've come.

Our adventure nearly derailed at the onset. We thought we had made reservations at a motel we'd stayed in in 2003, but something went awry and this was not so.

Unfortunately, the motel we had reservations for was a dump. So we did not stay there. We had a mad dash to find someplace else, a feat made difficult by the fact that William & Mary had a ball game Saturday.

But we were successful, and once that was resolved, we settled in for a peaceful and relaxing couple of days learning about the founding of the country.

We did the Colonial Williamsburg thing on Thursday. I loved the whole thing. I was especially enamoured with the Governor's Palace and its gardens. We walked through the maze of boxwoods and wandered the grounds for quite some time. I enjoyed the reenactors, most of whom are very good at what they do. They certainly helped make the day enjoyable.

Friday we went to Yorktown. This was the most relaxing day. We visited the battlefield and saw where the soldiers from all sides dug in and hoped to survive to fight another day. We also saw the restored home where the British surrendered. We took a driving tour that encompassed a large area and then went to the visitors center. There they had a reenactment of an army camp. The camp doctor was a hoot as he explained the lack of medicinal procedures and how patients had to hope for the best. Thank goodness for wine and moonshine to ease the pain, eh?

We had lunch that day in a restaurant beside the York River. The restaurant did not look like much but it was quite colorful and probably the best meal we had the entire trip.

Saturday we toured Jamestown, and took in the National Park site and the Visitor's Center. I loved the glassblowers the best, I think. What a skill. We have lost so much with industrialization and we'll never get it back. I shudder when I think of all the talent that has been lost to Walmart.

We returned home yesterday, Sunday, after a harrowing checkout that involved nearly $200 more on the motel bill than anticipated. Fortunately we got that taken care of.

My chest did not hurt the entire time I was gone, but it did once I returned, which probably tells me something. I have worked steadily today, writing articles and making phone calls. I hope to start on a new endeavor by the week's end, but we'll have to see.

And in spite of it all, I am, as always, happy to be home.