The closest vacation ever
For our 22nd anniversary in June, Emily and I did… uh… nothing. June was pretty nuts for the world, and in our small sphere we didn’t venture far beyond our pandemic routine.
So, before we said goodbye to August and the last moments of summer, we decided to have a mini-vacation in Providence. Yep, 20 minutes from our house if you drive slowly. I have a bunch of Marriott points that are unlikely to be used for work travel this year, and with Massachusetts barring entry from Rhode Islanders, spending a couple of nights in Providence sounded perfect.
View from the hotel
On our first morning, we both woke up early and went on the hunt for some coffee and breakfast. We made it down to Plant City and were able to sit outside at a cafe table with Plexi partitions between us and the few other diners.
After breakfast, we meandered around Providence enjoying some waterfront views and admiring the street art from the BLM protests.
By mid-morning it was approaching 90 degrees, so we headed for shelter in the air conditioning and watched a movie. By late afternoon, with the temperature dropping, we walked down the river and had a few cocktails and appetizers. Then we rented some electric scooters and zipped around the city exploring as many side streets as we could find. Those scooters always struck me as a little obnoxious, and then I got on one — pure joy!
We paused to order some take out, and then scooted on over to the restaurant to grab it before scooting back to our hotel. #scoot-life
On the way back, the sky was menacing, but we made it back inside before rain broke loose.