Virginia – Florida: Chincoteague, Chesapeake Bay Farms, Busch Gardens, Williamsburg and Travel

Continuing from the trip to Chincoteague, Kim, Joya and I took a trip to Chesapeake Bay Farms to have ice cream.  While we were there, Joya climbed on a bench that was shaped like a cow.  Unfortunately I wasn’t fast enough to get a picture of her hugging the plastic cow, but she did.  After ice cream, we walked around the farm and saw sheep, goats, cows, donkeys and burros.  You can see Joya staring as one of the workers fed the sheep.  Kim took her for a walk to see the burro.  Joya was intrigued by him, though she wouldn’t get close enough to actually pet his head.

For dinner that night, Kim and Jeff provided a seafood smorgasbord: crab legs, shrimp and clams.  Joya didn’t seem too thrilled with the shrimp or crab, she spit the crab out.  She took a bite of cocktail sauce and seemed okay with it at first, but then got this look on her face, scrunched her eyes and violently shook her head from side to side.  I can only assume that she bit into the horseradish and didn’t find it very appealing.  She ate no more cocktail sauce.  She did love the clams, though.  They were steamed in white wine, garlic and butter.  She ate five of them, which is good for Joya — and good, in general, because I know many people who wouldn’t even eat one.

We would’ve spent more time in Chincoteague, but we had to get back to Chesapeake:  we had planned another trip to Busch Gardens.  Fortunately this trip to Busch Gardens was less whirlwind than the 4th of July.  We mostly saw shows, visited friends and just enjoyed walking around the park.  The first show we watched was “Mix It Up”.  You can see Joya in my lap, intently watching the show.  It was a percussion and wind instrument show.  She loved it all, but especially the drums and the performers using pots and pans as drums (I know I’m going to pay for that one soon).  We had ribs for lunch and you can see that Joya, as usual, enjoyed gnawing on the rib bone.  And the sauce.  She loved the BBQ sauce.  She would dip the plastic knife in the sauce and eat it.  Well, eat the part she didn’t fling on Mike or me (or the table, or the ground) as she was attempting to eat it.  It took a few wipes to clean her up when she was done.  Oh, and the BBQ hand print on my shorts when she grabbed my leg to move herself with her BBQ covered hand.  Fortunately it washed out.  We got to say “BYE!” to Nora and Paul, and Joya got a new stuffed toy, Le Zazou, a stuffed elephant from France.

The last full day in Virginia, we went to Williamsburg to get a salt pottery mug for my Aunt Edith.  It was a quick trip into Colonial Williamsburg.  Mike treated Joya and me to lunch at Williamsburg Winery afterwards — and a wine tasting (the 2016 Viognier is a great vintage, in case you were wondering).  The pictures are a little out of order, but the final picture of Joya in her purple shirt with a giant smile is at the Gabriel Archer Tavern at Williamsburg Winery.

Finally we had to head back to Florida, but not before watching Moana at least 15 times and shredding a pack of wet wipes and scattering them around the entire house.  We broke the trip up into two days to make it easier on all of us.  A much-needed ‘easier’ — after all, we were returning to Florida to actually slow down and relax!  The traffic was nowhere near as bad as the traffic on the way up, thankfully, though there were still plenty of jerks on the road.  We stopped for a diaper change and a short break and Joya climbed into the front seat with me and stood at the steering wheel looking out.  From the look on her face she must have thought there were a lot of jerks out there, too.  We are now settled back in Florida where Joya has a dermatology appointment tomorrow and a trip to the Museum of Contemporary Art (MOCA) on Friday for the opening of the new Atrium exhibit.

 

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Joya's dad.
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