pioneer village. We learned about printing presses, really tiny fonts, making ink from soot, carding and drafting wool, singing God Save the Queen, churning and molding butter, and living in a one-room homestead. It was awesome. We only saw half of the village, so I'm eager to return and visit the rest. I'm packing a bag. Wonder if it would get wi-fi. Hmmm.
PS. The littlest and I are reading The Little House on the Prairie every night before bed, and I'm amazed that I've made it this far in life without reading this series. We've just finished chapter 9 in which Pa has built a fireplace for their new house on the prairie. I was super relieved last night/chapter 8 when Laura helped Pa build a door to replace the ol' quilt that hung over the doorway. I barely slept a wink after chapter 7 in which a giant pack of 50 or so of the biggest wolves that Pa had ever seen surrounded the house howling at the moon. I honestly don't think that Pa and his gun and Jack the scruffy dog would have been a match had the wolves stormed the quilt-covered opening to the house. Evidently I am quite consumed by this book. I'm going to freak out when they have to move house again. Just saying.