Village Historique Acadien
Today we opted for a slower pace: we slept in a bit; went for a swim in the hotel pool, then headed out for our stay at the Hotel Chateau Albert at the Village Historique Acadien.
We took the scenic route along the coast which added about half an hour to the drive but it was much nicer than travelling through the forest dense center of New Brunswick.
Typing Village Historique Acadien into the GPS was not a good idea as we ended up not where we intended, after entering the actual address we managed to find the place (although not where the GPS was taking us).
The village is pretty casual, you stroll around exploring the different buildings. We arrived close to closing so some buildings were already closed. Your admission fee covers two days so we can explore what we missed tomorrow if we feel up to it (long drive tomorrow to Montreal, we may want to just head out).
The littles always enjoy the farm animals and the old-fashioned things; the teens not so much. They mostly complained about the horseflies and constantly asked how long until we were getting back to the hotel.
Each building had someone dressed in period costumes to explain their role in the village – all with varying degrees of bilingualism. The tinsmith was quite funny and he made us a whistle while he talked about his trade. Dylan loved checking out the gardens to see if he could recognize any of the vegetables that were growing.
At the one farm, the kids enjoyed feeding the sheep and the woman showed us the process of processing the wool: teasing, carding, spinning, dyeing. It was interesting to learn that the girls began working with the wool at age five and were able to use the spinning wheel at age ten. She explained that the red and purple wools had to be imported and the other colours were created using plants and other organic a. However, the boys were needed to create the blue dye – they had to pee in a pail, then a rock purchases at the general store was placed in the urine to break down creating the blue dye, it took a month to make blue wool.
The hotel was clean and set in the 1900s. We needed to book two rooms as the maximum capacity for each room is three. The staff were friendly and helpful, although the older gentleman who was hooking up the air conditioning in the boys’ room was a bit cranky.
The only issue we had was they forgot to put the folding bed in our rooms for the littles to sleep on. When I went down to ask about it the woman at the front desk only knew a few words of English and my French isn’t great so we had a bit of a struggle communicating. Apparently the young man that had helped us with our bags was supposed to take care of it before he left, so we had to search the rooms to find one and then carry it up two flights of stairs to our room. This was not an easy task given the pioneer-style, full length dress the woman was wearing. At least we were able to laugh as she exclaims, “ah, ma robe!” and tries her best not to trip over it.
The village closed at six so we had lots of time for baths and to relax before heading to bed.