Some people get to go to the beach on Memorial Day weekend. Chris made us go in the opposite direction, to Charlottesville and Monticello.
Monticello is America’s only house on the UNESCO World Heritage list. What is this list?! Who came up with it? You know what’s NOT a UNESCO World Heritage site? My house. And everywhere I go on a daily basis. I digress.
Anyway so here we are, chillin, at the home of the third president of the US’s home. Apparently he was kind of a shmuck and left his family in massive amounts of debt when he died.
But—most shocking of all—Jefferson penned the Declaration of Independence WHEN HE WAS 33 YEARS OLD.
With just four short months left until my 33rd birthday, I seem to be running out of time all of a sudden. Oh well, I don’t really feel like declaring anything anyway. At the moment.
Michie Tavern is famous and ok. The fried chicken, stewed tomatoes, pinto beans, corn bread, etc. is not my usual fare, but it was definitely tasty, although it’s a buffet so everything was cold.
But let’s talk about the BEST PART of our weekend trip, according to Isaac: STAYING AT A HOTEL.
“I love the hotel. This is a nice place to live. Are we going swimming again?”
The water was freezing, and Chris and I hate cold water. Eloise dropped her paci into the water and SCREAMED as it floated away.
SPLASH! Chris JUMPED INTO THE ICY WATERS. It’s been rainy and 50 degrees in Virginia until fairly recently, and it was cloudy and breezy at the time of this incident. We’d told the kids there was a pool, but it was…cold.
And yet, “the paci was the turning point for me,” Chris said later. In heroism and general manliness, Chris grimaced through the initial shock, then opened his strong arms to Isaac. Isaac LOVED jumping to Chris and paddling around learning to swim.