This diary post is a part of a 30 day trip that I am taking this month which it also happens to be my first ever International trip. So for the next 30 days I will be posting here all my weird thoughts and commentary.
Day 13, – In my hotel room, Washington DC, Late updating – Isn’t that good enough?
So day 13 was all about the visit to Williamsburg, which is only about 2 hour drive away from DC. What this means then is that we had to get up early in the morning and be ready at more or less 7:30 am. With absolutely no will to get up, I got out of bed that morning, before getting ready and heading to the van which had been booked for our trip to the place. And of course, it was a given that during the entire duration of the trip we did little else then sleep. The times in which I did wake up, I only noticed the amazing highway and the wonderful vegetation and the forest through out the stretch of the road. It was amazing the way the highway had been designed, with separate exits for food and gas every now and then. I don’t think anyone has ever been so excited about highways.
When we finally got there, well we simply couldn’t wait any longer for the day to start. So at the gate you are greeted by this big map which shows you all the major destinations that are there to be seen on the site. The map can be quite intimidating as one starts to wonder “Hmm, how the hell am I suppose to see this huge site?”. And after my experience with National Air and Space Museum, I worry about the size of these places. They can be huge!
So anyways, we proceed inside the building, we get our tickets and our pictures taken, and then we head out towards the Shuttle Service to get the bus and make it in time to see the war enactment.
The entire place is like magic, it is like you are taken back in time. Everything is the same. We took our first stop at the Capitol, where the war enactment was about to happen and we saw how the uprising was created.
Then we took a walk around and saw the various crafts that were being practiced by the people of that time, from Basket Weaving,
…the doctor office…
….the wigmaker… who was a very funny lady and joked about the poor men in town who are too cheap too afford the nice wigs….
…then the Jewellery Shop.. who was making these really wonderful spoons and ladles, ……….
…the dressmaker, who discussed why the fabric back then was so much smoother and wrinkle free since the plant wasn’t cut too short…
After that, to ease off our hunger we headed to this lovely tavern called the Chowing’s Tavern. The place was small and quite antique looking.
The people were dressed as if they had just stepped out of a movie. Me and my friend Amrita ordered the soup first and then the Roasted Turkey Sandwich on Potato Bread (for me) and Marble Rye (for her) with Potato Salad. Needless to say, we enjoyed the food thoroughly.
The site also had a beautiful Church, which was the oldest church in the neighborhood. It is a beautiful but humble structure, with a few graves still erected in the garden. The surrounding is peaceful and very serene.
The next step was the DeWitt Wallace Decorative Art Museum, which had some of the most wonderful and related to my taste collection – in other words, there was Furniture and Dresses in it. I loved every inch of that space. There were wonderful little grandfather clocks, diamond earrings, dresses, textiles, plates, soup bowls, glasses, silver, and god knows what… but as I said before, it was beautiful!
The last stop of the day – or so we thought – was the Palace. This was initially the Governor’s Palace and as such had some of the most beautiful interiors and garden. The place had been burnt down, but quite interestingly, the house had been built on the same foundations as the original house. The house had a great display of sword and guns. And not to forget, food – which, sadly enough, is cooked for the display after every few days and then wasted away.
Oh, btw we had the most amazing tour guide person, she was simply hilarious, engaging and wonderful. I loved her!
The final final last stop of the day was at River James, which is the place from where the first Europeans came into this land. The River is huge and quite calm. There were so many families that were just lying and doing their own little BBQ… how I was jealous of them. I really wanted to just take my shoes off and head into the water but sadly that was not possible. But still, it was good to stop there and just relax for a few minutes.
Two more hours of drive down the – now very busy – highway, we were back in our hotel and finally collapsed. I think we had leftovers only for dinner.