One of the best things about living in New England is that so many things are so close. There are 5 states within a 100 mile radius (and 8 within 125 miles). Now that the never-ending winter is over, we’ve been heading out to explore the area a little more, including a trip to Providence earlier this month. A good friend of ours works at Providence College, and we were happy for a chance to go visit. It didn’t hurt that the weather was gorgeous, either!
A mere 1.5 hours later, we arrived on the lovely campus, where we got lengthy tour before a private Mass (friends who also happen to be priests: win). Funny story about that lengthy tour, though. We were planning to have Mass first, but realized an hour into our drive that we were both still drinking coffee. There was no way we’d be an hour away from receiving Communion under the original plan, so we sheepishly admitted our mistake to Father. True to form, he laughed it off and we killed an hour by walking around.
These flowers were so tiny and delicate I had to get a picture. Unfortunately, that required waiting several minutes for the breeze to stop. I believe that Johnny’s hand may also be just out of frame, holding the branch still.
Poor St. Dominic has lost all of his fingers. Mary wasn’t doing so well on that front, either.
We went into town for a long and fantastic lunch in an Italian neighborhood (now that I think of it, that’s not very descriptive, since I think the whole city is pretty Italian).
There was a lovely little square of outdoor tables bordered on all sides by restaurants. It was a perfect day for eating outside (or not eating, as the case may be: the couple next to us had a little girl who couldn’t tear herself away from the fountain long enough to sit down and eat).
At the end of the day, we had to tear ourselves away to go home, and sighed contentedly the whole way.