How much can I cram into one morning?

Our first stop on our mansion tour is Kingscote. It's actually one of the earliest examples of Newport cottages. It makes me want a "cottage." Perhaps I can have a cottage in Newport and a family homestead at Pemberley....

Josh and I broke into this senior citizen center. It seemed only right-after all, I am an 80-year old trapped in a 23-year old's body. It belonged to the same family who owned Kingscote. The two cottages are next door to each other...how quaint. Though I don't necessarily want to live next door to my sister.

Awful Awful: Awful Big. Awful Good. It's been a long time since I had one of these delicious coffee shakes- they are as yummy as I remember. I love Newport Creamery.

Josh and I visited the first synagogue in the US. How multicultural of me!

How you know a place is nice

My grand entrance to brunch in the morning- I managed to knock the fake pineapple off the railing just minutes after this picture (see it in front of me to my right). The man who runs the B&B and my future father-in-law Daryl McKenzie said I failed the sobriety test.

Even the toilet paper is decorative- check out the top roll...how fancy! And yes, I am amazed by decorative toilet paper.

The Victorian room

The Victorian room- our first stop in Newport. That's me in the bathroom. The detail on these rooms were amazing. See the little Victorian shoes to the right of the fireplace.

Newport adventures: the arrival

We arrived late Wednesday night (after getting off to a late start, of course). We stayed in the Ivy Inn, a fomer mansion turned B&B. Since we made last-minute reservations, we got a whirlwind tour of inn rooms, aka we stayed in two different rooms over two nights. Our first night was spent in the Victorian room. See the pictures below!