Colonial Williamsburg

M's first summer vacation involved a trip to Williamsburg, VA. Proud of her birth country's heritage and convinced that Virginia is the greatest of all states, M asked to spend her July 4th week camped out with the British army sent to quell unrest in the thirteen colonies (the American houses were all full). Here our family is pictured in front of our tent that we spent the week in. The man in the background is headed towards the communal bathroom under the teepee. Despite the fact that the soldier in the tent next to us had loud parties every night we felt lucky because two rows over everyone got cholera.


M's grandmother can be seen talking to one of the new British soldiers (hence the green outfit). Asked to display some British humour, he kindly obligizes with a Fawlty Towers sketch- but the humour is lost on poor M. Unable to understand British comedy she falls sound asleep.

After being removed from the not so comic situation M shares a meal with her cousin. Her concerned face has to do with the fact that these were goldfish as opposed to gold whales. After confirming that the goldfish were as dolphin safe, if not more so, than the gold whales she happily munched the goldfish down.

After a full day exploring the town, M has fallen asleep in front of our tent. M performed quite well in the colonial conditions. We feel this is mostly because we were supposed to go without shoes and eat oatmeal twice a day.