"I don’t need a big, fancy vacation. I’d be happy with a trip to the bathroom by myself.”
— Someone on the Internet
I’m still getting caught up after Thanksgiving break — at work and at home — so the recap of what went down in Colonial Williamsburg (making ginger beer at the Governor’s Palace scullery, visiting the AleWerks, general tomfoolery) will be ready for your reading pleasure later this week.
For now, here’s a small photodump of some of our adventures. I also felt the need to include a picture of Horatio passed out in the backseat of our car, because you do not know pain until you’re trapped in a car with a gassy dog for three-plus hours. Forever unclean!