Sunday morning we woke up, curious what the weather would be like. It was snowing and looked quite soggy out. But, we decided to brave the weather- not knowing how much braveness that would entail. As soon as we stepped foot outside the hotel, we could tell it was worse than expected. The poor doorman was soaked head-to-toe (where is your hat, sir?!). We had seen a breakfast place on one of those handy maps so we headed the opposite direction of the night before. The sidewalks were treacherous! Inches of snow/water/ice. Fortunately we had good winter boots on, so we weren't really cold, just wet. The breakfast place wasn't too far away and we got there quickly, albeit soaked.
After breakfast at Annie's, we journeyed toward downtown. It was SO wet and SO cold. I was trying to have a good attitude since we went there knowing the weather wasn't ideal. We did our best, but by the time we got downtown, we headed back to the hotel. Our coats were getting soaked through and I had managed to get ice in my snow boots.
We got back to our room and cuddled on the couch while watching TV (a treat, since we don't have cable!).
**I started this post in Newport; finished it back home in Boston. The rest of the trip will be told through photo.
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