Cobblestone streets. Peanut butter soup. Shadowed dinner by candlelight. The clip-clop of horse hooves. Cobblers who fixed the same pair of shoes to last your lifetime. Fervent political parties. Homemade soap. Wood burning stoves. What I wouldn’t do to have lived back then….
We visited Williamsburg a couple of years ago while stationed in Norfolk and besides my time in Alaska….well, and Brazil, it was the only time I ever felt truly at home. I think I must have smiled the entire two days.
But for some reason, like many of my pre-written posts (which I’ve been pushing out lately), they just never got published!
Here are a few pictures from our MAGICAL trip.
In my eyes, it is one of those places you have to visit at least once in your life. You’ll think you’ve gone back in time.
- Williamsburg Widow (wwidow.wordpress.com)