We stayed at the Marshall Slocum Inn, a beautiful bed and breakfast in the heart of one of Newport's historical neighborhoods.
Our room at the Inn was decorated beautifully.
It had a cute sitting area.
At first, John was concerned by what he thought were the "bathroom facilities."
I think he thought I'd signed up for a weekend of true colonial living. The real facilities were just fine.
After getting settled at the Inn, we wandered around Newport until dinner. We had dinner at a really fun seafood restaurant. We shared the best clam chowder I'd ever had, clam cakes, and a salmon burger. Yum!
Halfway through dinner we realized that John had made a grievous mistake in his apparel for the day.
A complete stranger approached us and commented on how brave John was... We were confused. Then, we realized that Rhode Island is Boston Red Sox territory. John had spent the entire afternoon and evening wearing his Yankees t-shirt. Oops! I had no idea East Coasters took baseball so seriously.
The next morning, we enjoyed a home cooked breakfast on the patio of our B&B.
It was sunny and quiet. It was such a pleasure to enjoy our juice and coffee outside!
Then, we ate yummy, fluffy French toast.
After breakfast, we packed up and toured town.
We saw "Breakers," a massive seaside mansion built by Cornelius Vanderbilt.
We walked along the ocean.
And watched the surfers.
This poor guy lost his board on the rocks.
Then, we headed back home. John was an excellent driver.
This is a bridge we passed on the way home. The picture doesn't fully capture it, but it felt like we were driving directly into the clouds!