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... island of Bonaire or if it's been so long and so many adventures later that we see them again.
We had a quick chat in the evening but we were tired. We went to bed and as soon as Brian woke up, he made his way to Dunkin' Donuts to get coffee and doughnuts. He bought 6 doughnuts and some bagels, but "magically" only 3 doughnuts made it into the Kruzel home. Go figure...
It was a shame ...
... 1600's. Then we drove past lots of mansions along the way. Newport was where the Vanderbilts, Rockerfellers, etc. built their 'cottages' which were actually mansions! Had lunch at Black Pearl on the Harbor. Then walked along Cliff Walks behind the mansions. The ocean is so clear that you can see the rocks ...
... and the masses need to be told.
We awoke feeling much better on Thursday and headed to the Cliff Walk. This is basically a sanctioned 3.5 mile sticky beak with the Atlantic Ocean on one side and huge mansions aligning the cliff face on the other.
Most of these mansions were constructed in the so called Gilded Age of 1880 to 1920. A period when Newport was at the height of its industrial wealth. As well as being a favourite summer locale for ...
... hour flight and we had plenty on board to keep us entertained.
Looking back on the two weeks we spent traveling, we have hundreds of memories and special moments we will never forget. Our ordered list of favorites:
1) St. Andrews. The golf course, the serenity, the beach, the restaurants and shops- everything was just heaven.
2) Paris. The engagement, the Eiffel Tower, all ...
... off and returning with baskets of fresh popcorn. No idea where he got them from. Our Long Island Ice Tea was more like a Moscow Ice Tea, and finishing it put me o my ****. Drunk and full of English beans, I moved in to the next phase of my drunken persona, The Host. Running about mingling and talking to everyone, I didn't even need an opening line or question. Just say Hello in a bright and breezy Hugh Grant fashion, and they do the rest of the work for ...