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So, RI was, overall, quite nice. Got to see pretty much all the people I wanted to and introduce ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
domnall to them. My extended family, as I think I knew all along, loved him. Was gifted with a really neat book of Scythian art from Joanne – it was one of the first books she’d bound. I didn’t take as many photos as initially planned/thought, but got a few good ones. My dad did as well, and I want to go through those when we get back. I’ve been horrendous at uploading photos, I may get around to it this afternoon. I suppose in theory I could do it now, but I don’t much feel like it. *grin*
domnall was dragged to the New Bedford Whaling Museum (there are photos of Waffle on the Lagoda - we decided he was shanghaied. I also have photos of lovely ivory pie crimpers, picked up a copy of Down to the Sea in Ships, and a book about a Civil War-era whaler. (I was interested, dad was interested, it came home with me.) There was also The Breakers – because if you’re going to be in Newport, you should see a mansion, and if you’re only going to see one it should be either Marble House of The Breakers. And while I’m not particularly fond of either (there are better Preservation Society properties), The Breakers makes me gag less. And actually, it was quite good – since they’ve moved to self-guided tours, we could wander about at our own pace. I ended up noticing a number of things I never had before, which was a pleasant surprise.
I’m writing this on the Metro from New Haven to NYC. It’s a quiet ride, and kind of peaceful. I’ll post it whenever I get a connection – probably not until some point in the city. My father was very kind and gave us a ride up to New Haven – will need to find something for him in thanks for driving us there, as well as dropping us off and picking us up at TIA. Driving with my father is quite amusing – Newport to New Bedford to Providence and back to Newport was particularly fun. Filled with commentary about the chaos and perils of trying to find one’s way around some parts of the state, the craziness of RI drivers, anecdotes about CA driving, and more. This was repeated on the trip to Providence on Saturday night for Caserta’s (pizza – tasty, tasty pizza! And Federal Hill and Nibbles Woodaway aka The Big Blue Bug). Driving around New Haven trying to find Union Station was a similar experience – we were driving through Yale, which seemed to be in mid-graduation.
With luck, will get to meet up with Erin while we’re there and it turns out one of my cousins will be in town as well. His girlfriend (a lovely woman, for the record) works for NYU and apparently lives right near where we’re staying. So we made tentative plans to grab brunch at some restaurant she knows.
domnall to them. My extended family, as I think I knew all along, loved him. Was gifted with a really neat book of Scythian art from Joanne – it was one of the first books she’d bound. I didn’t take as many photos as initially planned/thought, but got a few good ones. My dad did as well, and I want to go through those when we get back. I’ve been horrendous at uploading photos, I may get around to it this afternoon. I suppose in theory I could do it now, but I don’t much feel like it. *grin*domnall was dragged to the New Bedford Whaling Museum (there are photos of Waffle on the Lagoda - we decided he was shanghaied. I also have photos of lovely ivory pie crimpers, picked up a copy of Down to the Sea in Ships, and a book about a Civil War-era whaler. (I was interested, dad was interested, it came home with me.) There was also The Breakers – because if you’re going to be in Newport, you should see a mansion, and if you’re only going to see one it should be either Marble House of The Breakers. And while I’m not particularly fond of either (there are better Preservation Society properties), The Breakers makes me gag less. And actually, it was quite good – since they’ve moved to self-guided tours, we could wander about at our own pace. I ended up noticing a number of things I never had before, which was a pleasant surprise.I’m writing this on the Metro from New Haven to NYC. It’s a quiet ride, and kind of peaceful. I’ll post it whenever I get a connection – probably not until some point in the city. My father was very kind and gave us a ride up to New Haven – will need to find something for him in thanks for driving us there, as well as dropping us off and picking us up at TIA. Driving with my father is quite amusing – Newport to New Bedford to Providence and back to Newport was particularly fun. Filled with commentary about the chaos and perils of trying to find one’s way around some parts of the state, the craziness of RI drivers, anecdotes about CA driving, and more. This was repeated on the trip to Providence on Saturday night for Caserta’s (pizza – tasty, tasty pizza! And Federal Hill and Nibbles Woodaway aka The Big Blue Bug). Driving around New Haven trying to find Union Station was a similar experience – we were driving through Yale, which seemed to be in mid-graduation.
With luck, will get to meet up with Erin while we’re there and it turns out one of my cousins will be in town as well. His girlfriend (a lovely woman, for the record) works for NYU and apparently lives right near where we’re staying. So we made tentative plans to grab brunch at some restaurant she knows.