My married friends invited the boyfriend and me on a vacation to Williamsburg last weekend. Eager to get out of DC, we automatically said yes!
The drive was supposed to take 2.5 hours, but ended up taking 4… we were not happy campers. We rolled into the hotel finally around midnight on Friday. Our wild and crazy evening consisted of a quick “hello” to our friends, followed by an even quicker “goodnight”.
The next morning we all woke up refreshed and ready to explore Colonial Williamsburg!
The day was beautiful and Fall had officially arrived.
We saw a town uprising over confiscated gun power, a parade of little drummer boys, and some potential new fashion trends to try out.
We stopped for lunch at one of the traditional taverns, the King’s Arms.
We dined like we were back in the 1700s and warmed up with some hot, brandy spiked, ciders. This was followed by hearty servings of “Norfolk Pottage Pie” and “A Dish of Beef”. There was no calorie counting during this meal.
After exploring the town for another hour, we decided we wanted to switch from the revolution to wine. We were off the the Williamsburg Winery!
We signed up for a tasting and tried 7 different wines made at the winery. After hinting that I loved reds, she gave us two additional wines to try. My wino tastebuds were very pleased!
Every time she would pour though, it appeared as if she had a heavy hand when it came to the boyfriend’s glass. The three of us looked at him with envy, wondering what he had done to be poured such a large “taste” every time. He just ginned and sipped away.
The tasting was not only affordable ($6!), but also amazing! We almost did it again, but felt that may be frowned upon. So we happily wandered the wine shop in a warm, wined-up state, picking and choosing what wines to take home.
We found a few :) then walked the grounds, soaking up every last ounce of beautiful weather.
We packed up our bags the next day and headed back to the real world… not before stopping for a quick breakfast feast along the way though!
