Here it is:
A sailboat! Brilliant!
OK, I didn't actually buy the whole boat. I bought a few hours worth of the boat. I chartered it for a private sail in Newport, Rhode Island, a short trip from our hotel in Boston.
It was wonderful! He very much enjoyed it.
And now I want one. For our very own.
I'm a natural! (Ignore the very serious, sightly concerned expression. It's just the way my face falls. I'm having a blast. Really.)
See how we're heeling over? (I've already mastered the lingo.) It looks like the water is about to enter the boat, but it doesn't.
Um, does that BIG yacht know to move out of my way, or am I going to have to spin this thing like I'm playing Wheel of FortunePleaseDon'tLetMeDieAtSeaIHaveChildrenToRaise!?!
Newport is absolutely charming.
The boats with colored flags are former America's Cup winners.
We met a sweet furry resident named Milo.
This is Hammersmith Farm, the 28-room summer home of Jacqueline Bouvier's parents. She grew up in this quaint hut. She & JFK had their wedding reception in this backyard. (Still privately owned by some lucky schmo.)
This next house (yes, that whole thing is one house) was built by the people who brought Worcestershire sauce to America. There are about a dozen chimneys and each is shaped differently, each being the shape of a different type of Worcestershire sauce bottle neck. I thought that was very clever and lighthearted of the super rich sauce people.
Peaceful, sailing is. (uh, remarked Yoda.)
More heeling. You dizzy? Have more beer.
This lighthouse is a Bed and Breakfast on a little island. They ferry you out there and leave you. And you have to actually work the lighthouse while you're there.
Picturesque New England.
Happy Birthday (again) P. I love you!