Apparently we like to bike around old towns to celebrate getting married. For our honeymoon we went to Santa Fe, New Mexico. Now, for our first anniversary, we just went to Newport, Rhode Island.
And we really did party ON Rhode Island. RI was founded back in the 1600s as a Catholic colony backed by the king of England. The colony took its name from an island (which Newport was built on) even though it also included the mainland that surrounded it. The island was eventually renamed Aquidneck Island–probably its original name–to avoid confusion. Check out the rare east coast sunset over the ocean…
Newport is a very cool town. It claims to be one of the first resort towns in the US. It was a busy port city in the 18th century, but artists and rich folks found out about its beautiful coastline and came to build mansions and summer cottages starting in the mid 1800s. There’s an interesting contrast of small 1700s homes downtown and ginormous 1800s castles on the outskirts.
We stayed in a friendly little B&B right in town (below) where the hosts were sure that I was Jewish. But they cooked me an amazing meat lovers’ omelet (T got a veggie supreme with a side of bacon… Which became mine).
Friday evening was sunny and clear, but Saturday was strange. It was bright enough that we got sunburned, but a low fog hung around all day making things pretty mysterious. I like to think that Newport’s ghosts keep it that way all year long.
To make things easier for all of us, I’m just going to throw a bunch of pictures from our adventures below. Leave a comment if any of them get you curious enough to know what was going on. Our favorites: the windmill, getting lost in the fog, and the hobbit tunnel on the cliff walk. Enjoy!