Inspirational motto of the day (sailing lessons) |
We got down to the lobby, reassembled our group, and started walking down to the café down the street to get our most important meal of the day. I ordered a simple raspberry turnover with a vanilla cappuccino to start off my day. One of the interesting things about Smallpoint Café is that there was a wall dedicated in letting people draw on it with chalk. The wall was filled with decorative drawings of faces and memorable shout outs. I tried so hard trying to draw King-Kong on top of one of the buildings on the wall, but it didn’t work out. Instead, I replaced it with an awkward purple elephant. After breakfast, we walked to CVS pharmacy to buy some supplies (which was basically buying detergent). We dropped off our items back off in our hotel rooms, sprinted back down to the lobby, and departed for the mall.
We had some trouble looking for the parking garage to Providence Place (the mall), but with the help of the GPS, we were able to locate it with some time to still actually shop. The mall was filled with four stories of stores from Abercrombie & Fitch to Nordstrom. Obviously, we weren’t really able to finish touring the whole mall as we would’ve wanted to. The girls, however, did find what they were looking for; the guys, not so much. We headed back down to the parking garage a bit earlier than 12:00 PM and began departing for our next destination: Newport.
Newport was like the Walnut Creek of California. It was filled with beautiful and clean streets where people all dressed with a million bucks spelled all over them. We parked in the parking lot beside Bannister Wharf and desperately tried looking for our boat booth that we’d have to buy tickets from. After 15 minutes, we were able to finally locate the Rumrunner II (our motorboat) and successfully bought our tickets.
The girls got ice cream, and where's Ying-An at? |
Pirates of the Caribbean ship |
Only picture of Breakers Mansion |
Team Brown at the beach |
As we drove to dinner, we also passed by a fantastic beach. We decided to take a “10 second pit stop” which actually turned into a 20 minute amount of time to spend in the water. I didn’t hold back at all when it came to getting my clothes wet. Of course, it later came back to bite me in the back. It was great being able to bond with my cohorts at the beach.
We ate seafood at Anthony’s which was a few blocks down from the beach. Parking was nearly packed, but we were lucky enough to find an empty space for our extra-large Suburban. I raced into the bathroom and traded my wet, sandy clothes for my clean and dry ones. The food there was delicious and much more casual than the other dinner that we’ve had this week. During this dinner, you actually had to get your own menu and walk up to the counter to order your own food, not that it really matters to me. I got a filling dish which was nice and all, but my favorite part of the meal was the dessert. I ordered a mango sorbet. The interesting thing about the sorbet was that it was put back in a cut open mango, making the mango kind of like the bowl to hold the sorbet. I think that it was an extremely eye-catching and appetizing look for the dessert.
I am pleased to say that I thoroughly enjoyed today. I really enjoyed being able to visit all of those colleges. I can’t imagine how I would be seeing M.I.T. now if I hadn’t taken an actual tour on the campus and being able to feel the M.I.T. But today was more of a day for us to just sit and relax versus us in an administration office taking notes of the informational session. From shopping to hitting the beach, I was able to bond with my cohorts in a less tense atmosphere and in general, just being able to not worry about what’s next. Tomorrow is going to be our Brown orientation and it’s safe to say that my mind is switched back to reality rather than Fantasy-land at the beach. I’m set to be able to meet the surprises that I’m going to get accustomed to for the next three weeks, and I’m ever more excited to hit yet another checkpoint in my Ivy League journey.
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