My sister and I picked a good day to be in Rhode Island. I mean, we planned it and all, but I had no idea that it was going to be such a show.
If you haven’t guessed yet, we stayed in Providence on the 4th of July, 2009. And man do those guys know how to celebrate!
Sis and I were driving to NYC (again), but this time we made a pit-stop in Rhode Island for the evening of July 4th. This way we didn’t have to drive for 12 straight hours, and we’d cross another state off our “visited” list (yes, the list includes states we’ve driven through – it still counts). We booked a hotel down by the waterfront with a fantastic view of the water.
We arrived in the late afternoon, so we went for a walk around the area. Of course, since it was the 4th of July there wasn’t much open, but it was a nice day and Providence is a nice place to walk around. Strangely, I really felt like a tourist here, which stopped me from taking pictures of everything I saw lest I look even more like a tourist (I swear the locals were all staring at me like ‘who is she and what is she doing here?’). I should have snapped away, since now I realize I have no pics of Providence, but we all have our idiosyncrasies (and I’m working on that one).
Despite our hotel’s fantastic view, Sis and I decided to go down to the park for the fireworks, since it was such a nice day. Of course, that wasn’t until after we watched the 4th of July hot-dog-eating-contest on TV. (My sister has a picture of me watching the TV and looking ill. Totally staged, but only a bit.)
The fireworks show was amazing, to say the least.
And that’s how I spent my first 4th of July.