Wiling Away in Williamsburg

Some drummers instructed drumming technique, then some fifes joined in for a jaunty, colonial tune. Isaac watched with his hands over his ears.

“There will be a junior corps performance later outside the capitol building,” said a drummer.
“But it’s only the junior corps,” a fife player shrugged when I asked him about it, sneering a little and showing his braces. “WE’RE the senior corps. We’re just a little bit better. And the junior corps doesn’t get to wear fife pouches.”

Chris and I giggled about that the rest of the day. “We’re just a little bit better”—just come right out and say it, why don’t you? hee hee!

Last summer we had our ill-fated first visit to Williamsburg. We had just gotten season passes to the zoo and were enjoying Norfolk’s mild summer, and we’d probably had too much caffeine, so we made the mistake of buying season passes. Ridiculous. Anyway, they expired this week, so we went one last time.

Part of what made this time so much more fun was not having to plan around physical limitations—not being pregnant or recovering from surgery or up all night every night IS SO AMAZING! We parked far from everything over at the visitors center, bought souvenirs, walked everywhere, saw everything, took the kids on tours, did the tour with BOTH kids that we got kicked out of last year (really, that was unnecessary, Miss Last-Year-Guide), and even had lunch at a sit-down, outdoor restaurant. This time, we loved Williamsburg!