Harbor in Newport
A Sunday afternoon in Boston, and after having missed the bus on Saturday, we managed to get on the bus at the correct time, and we went off to Newport, Rhode Island. We chose this location because my dad lived there like a hundred years ago (he was stationed there for awhile when he was in the Navy) and also, it was different. I really had no idea what I was doing, but Newport is what I would call a quaint town. It's adorable and fun to walk the streets in, but I can't imagine why on earth anyone would take a long vacation to. We had to walk at least a mile along the quaint street to get to a beach. On the way we stopped at a magic shop, and the guy working there played a good trick on Trinity by pretending to spray her to ketchup. I was impressed.
Beach in Newport (and Trinity, age 5!)
We bought a chocolate bar that sprayed water. I liked the shop because you could tell it made most of it's money off tourists, but the prices were cheap enough that kids could buy things. There were a couple kids in there at the same time and they had a few coins and the guy there seemed genuinely interested in making sure they bought something really cool. We forged ahead to the beach and found lots of shells, we also saw a sea creature in the water. We had both seen it on Zoboomafoo and/or Stanley (two children's shows about animals). Since then we have learned it was a horseshoe crab. There's nothing quite as exciting as discovering wildlife that is not native to your own state/region. We went to dinner at a place called Rhino Bar and Grille, which was okay.
I took this picture through a chain link fence. I really like it, but I wish I had taken it straighter.
The best part of my meal was the girl sitting across from us who was arguing with her boyfriend and then suddenly decided that her food was not good, and made the waitress take it away and ordered something entirely different. It was like a dinner show. We continued through the street and bought a few souvenirs in shops. We ate ice cream at a place called Hurricane Jane's, and then we had to be back on our bus. But before she got back to the bus depot, we found a statue of a monkey, which I swear looked exactly like my dad. I called him immediately to tell him he had been immortalized in Newport, RI. It was a fun town and great for a day trip (I'd even think about taking another day trip there). We got back to Boston and ended up running into Net, who had been in New Jersey, at South Station, and we took the train back home together. It's very strange to me that I hardly ever see people I know when I'm out in Milwaukee... where I actually live and know hundreds of people. But put me in Boston where I know three people and I manage to run into one of them in a crowded train station.
