Virginia Beach and some American history

If you know me at all, you know that I love the beach. Like... LOVE the beach. Yes, I'd marry it.  I would be totally ok being stranded on a (warm) beach, somewhere. Just me, the sun, the sand, and the ocean. It is my happy place. And since Casey likes to make me happy, he made sure we went to the beach for a little bit, while on our vacation.

We were welcomed to Virginia Beach by none other than King Neptune, himself. Naturally, Julie (Casey's mom) and I posed as 2-legged mermaids in front of him. Because that's what you do when you encounter a bronze statue of the Roman god of the sea.

See how happy I am?!?!!?   (Good job, Casey.)

He's happy if I'm happy.  That's the key to a good relationship: keep your woman happy.  Guys- take note.

The next day we went and got a healthy dose of American history.
First, we went to Jamestown and learned about the first settlers and the small role of Pocahontas. We also learned that Disney will twist facts just to make a good story. (John Rolfe vs. John Smith) Also- Pocahontas is WAAAY better looking as a Disney princess.

We saw a man shoot a rifle (?), and I snapped the picture just as the fire was coming out of the top of the gun. There was no luck involved. It was 100% skill.

Next, off to Williamsburg we went, where Martha Washington made an appearance and spoke to us about her husband, George.  And we experienced what it would have been like to be confined to the pillories.  It sucked.

Casey quote: "It's pretty cool that I still look gangster, even while wearing a bonnet."

Yes you do, Casey. So gangster.

After our lessons in history, we hit the road and made our way on up to DC for more American history. (Which I will blog about later. This is too much history for me in one post.)