The eleventh day of our vacation started at our timeshare resort condo…

 

 

Where I found this:

 

 

A note from the grandchild of our hearts.

Sorry… but there’s no way better way to start the day than that.

 

 

Although biscuits and gravy with home fries comes close.

We had a full day of Christmas gift shopping ahead of us and needed hearty sustenance. And in the south?

 

 

That includes the options of scrapple, fried catfish, grits or bologna and eggs.

The husband’s utterly favorite breakfast is chipped beef on toast and he rarely finds it in Maine… so when we stumbled on the Southern Pancake and Waffle House in Williamsburg?

 

 

He wanted to go every morning…. which we pretty much did from then on.

 

 

But hey, there were chickens in every window so how could we lose?

Our first stop that day was a liquor store in anticipation of our upcoming Christmas Day in North Carolina.

For future reference…. the first way to tell you’re in a liquor store in the south?

 

 

There’s a still.

 

 

Still searching for that silly wine filter, I thought we could try Merchant’s Square…. which is the shopping section of Colonial Williamsburg I couldn’t get the husband to check out the previous week.

 

 

As with all areas there, it was lovely.

 

 

Filled with interesting high end shops… like this interior design place.

 

 

Giant double diamond ring light fixture anyone…?

 

 

We happily strolled aroiund, ducking in and out of the stores with all the other desperate  Holy crap it’s Christmas Eve and I don’t have a gift!   shoppers.

Naturally I had to buy a souvenir tee shirt –

 

 

Truer words were ne’er spoke.

 

 

And towards late afternoon when my stomach started grumbling?

This happened.

 

 

Someone saw the husband’s Marine Corps hat, said Semper Fi, and they were off….

 

 

On a 38 minute long conversation about who was stationed where, when and with whom.

Yes. I timed it….

 

 

While he talked?

 

 

I walked.

 

 

Agreed wholeheartedly with a sign.

 

 

And explored a little more…

 

 

Of the colonial town.

 

 

And hey, if you’re going to dress up in period costume and stand on the sidewalk?

 

 

Don’t give me the stink eye when I take your picture.

Turning back around hoping the other half had finished talking…

 

 

I saw snow.

 

 

Granted it wasn’t very much, but it surprised me to see any at all.

 

 

The ice skating rink surprised me as well.

 

 

 

In Maine we wait for ponds to freeze over.

 

 

In Virginia they just build one… and how they keep it frozen in 60 degree temperatures is a mystery to me.