Monday, July 23, 2007

Moving is hard work / Mudando de hogar e' muito trabalho

So we're about 95% unpacked at this point and settling into our new place in Williamsburg, Virginia. It was a lifesaver that both grandfathers were able to help us with the two day trip. Elio was very patient with us on the drive down from Maine. He likes the white noise of the car's engine, and the vibrations of the road gave him a nice massage.

Williamsburg appears to be quite a random place so far. I've never been somewhere before where women in bonnets and petticoats, and men in knickers and tricorner hats, are commonly spotted buying groceries, driving Pontiacs, and reading at the library before or after they go to work as colonial reenactors. No one even bats an eye at them!

Our internet connection is going to take forever to arrive, unfortunately, so I'm writing now from my office. Now that I'm working on campus, I should be able to update the blog more often.

A gente tem a grande maioria das nossa coisas arrumadas no novo apartamento no Williamsburg, Virginia. Os dois avos nos ajudaram dirigindo por dois dias com o neném e os dois gatos. Elio resultou ser muito paciente. Ele até gosta de estar no carro, escutando o barulho do motor, e recebendo uma massagem agradavél das vibrações do caminho.

Williamsburg é um lugar bastante singular. Fica no lugar do primeiro vilarejo dos bandeirantes norteamericanos em 1607 (Jamestown), e agora recebe visitantes do mundo inteiro. Williamsburg tem um bairro da cidade preservada, um pouco como Olinda, mas com atores vestidos nas roupas do século 18. No resto da cidade, é muito comum ver pessoas comprando comida no supermercado, ou dirigindo seus carros com saias cumpridas e chapéus coloniais. E ninguém acha isso nem um pouco extranho! O público nem liga.

Moving into our new place in Williamsburg









Only the pitchfork and suspenders are missing



Well, here’s the happy family in front of the house in Maine, the day before we moved to Virginia. It was hard to leave, and I’m already sad and nostalgic for the place. We made a mighty motorcade, with Elio, the cats, and our dads. Elio and the cats were champion road trippers and all managed to survive the ordeal with minimal fussing.

We’ve got some straggler photos from the last few days in Maine to post, and we’ll get to new photos as we take breaks from all the unpacking and traipsing around ye olde colonial Williamsburg.

-hellolua

ambush!