I’ve always believed in “local vacations,” where we can turn a weekend (or whenever) into a singular experience.
Yesterday, we packed an overnight bag and headed for the Castle Hill Inn in Newport (where quite a few of you have joined me for the Million Dollar Consulting® College). Instead of staying in the Turret Suite, we took a beach cottage, about 25 yards from the surf.
We attended church in town at St. Mary’s, a gorgeous Gothic structure where John and Jackie Kennedy were married. Then we headed back to the inn for a Far Niente wine tasting over canapes and a four-course dinner. It was an intimate experience for seven couples, plus the wine company and inn people. The CEO of Far Niente talked about the winery between courses. (This was a good reason to stay over, we had a LOT of wine, but the car found its way down the hill by memory.)
This morning, I awoke at 6:30, grabbed a robe, and headed for the beach. The sand was insanely cold on bare feet. The surf was warmer. There were no lights on, the vaguest outline of the full moon, and gulls on their way to work.