G'day in Willimasburg

I haven't been to Colonial Williamsburg since I was twelve and Bob had never been so I was pretty excited. I had always had it in my mind that I was going to go to The College of William and Mary and be a tour guide in those cool dresses. Instead, I chose the ever popular career of textiles. I BEGGED Bob to let my buy and wear one of the straw and ribbon hats but he would not have it. In any case, the weather was perfect, the hotel (The Williamsburg Inn) was amazing and so we spent an extra day. In fact, we walked over to the spa which was only a year old and the decor was soooo beautiful that we made appointments there and then worked out at the fitness center later in the day. However, I could not get Bob to play croquet with me.
We went to The Blue Talon for both dinner and lunch and then got dressed up and ate at the hotel last night. We met some really great people so it was all good. The most disturbing thing that happened to me was when we were listening to "A Conversation with Patrick Henry" in the little theatre. Dressed as he would have in 17 and 74, he spoke about what was happening in Williamsburg and throughout the other colonies. He then asked for questions from the audience. In one of his answers, he emphatically pointed out that we are all Americans- not hyphenated Americans. "Here Here" rang out from the audience as well as loud clapping. The disturbing part was that I felt uneasy and I shouldn't have. I fear I have been in California way too long where the political correctness has gotten in the way of honest and free thinking. I think I need to "detox" in Philly for awhile and so we are headed home earlier than expected.