Kickin' it (way, way) old school at Williamsburg

Last year, I wrote that I thought Williamsburg was weird. To be honest, I wasn't completely sold. I don't know what changed, but this year, I fell under Williamsburg's spell.

I don't know if it was the quaint outfits and the fact that the tradesmen/women actually make their respective items the colonial way...

{silversmith}

{jailer}

{blacksmith}

Or the charming sights around every corner...

{Overlook the fact that the wooden structure on the right is the gallows. The view is still charming, no?}

{proud mama ewe and her new babies...loved the little diva in the middle trying to steal the spotlight}

{Yes, please. One day, when I grow up and get a house, I want the roof to look just like this, ladder and all.}

Oh, wait. I know what finally sucked me under Williamsburg's spell! Finding out that many of the buildings there are...drumroll...original! As in, there during the Revolutionary War times. What a difference that made in my mind!

Last year, I spent my entire visit laboring under the delusion that all of the buildings are replicas. Some indeed are, but many of them are real, true colonial buildings. I don't know why I never thought to ask! The creaky, heart-of-pine floors, the beautifully imperfect wavy glass in the windows, the handmade bricks...they're real! Real colonial people walked on them and looked through them and laid hands on them. And they're fabulous.

Hey, I've never claimed to be a quick learner. After my lightbulb moment, I couldn't get enough of Williamsburg. I can't wait to go back. In fact, I'm kinda ready to relocate!