IF YOU HAVEN’T

By Margaret Bastick Luce In this issue, I want to bring you bold and benign experiences, luxe, and leisure from Newport, Rhode Island. Join me on a journey back in time to areas long since passed from my childhood because if you haven’t, you should...

“I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.” Oscar Wilde

TRAVEL:

An easy jump from West Palm to Boston, where a long-time friend swept me up from Logan Airport. Instantly I was transported from Boston to Sweet Berry Farms in Middleton, Rhode Island. With fresh juice on my mind, I was drawn to the warm chicken curry soup, delicious. Continuing to the Viking Hotel for a quick check-in before grabbing a bike, all the while wondering if I would recognize the flat I stayed in so many years ago during the Claus von Bülow Trial. And, more reminiscent of the time, staying the night for the first time on a waterbed. Hmmm, I wonder where that flat is.

I was thrilled to catch a match on the final weekend of Polo. With a smaller and quainter venue, proper table settings, and an authentic country feel, it was the most enjoyable spot to watch the horses and partake of some great shopping. After a full day, I capped the evening with a cozy dinner fireside at The Vanderbilt. Following dinner, I smiled while observing the local backdrop, historic buildings, cobblestone streets, youth, and elders. I began to giggle as I wondered if Paul Revere and the Headless Horseman were to round the corner; three firemen sitting outside enjoying dinner found my giggle quite captivating.

On a whirlwind second day, I couldn’t depart Newport before a visit to St. Mary’s Church, where Jackie O. and John F. Kennedy were married. To stay warm, I made a brief stop for a delicious, frothy oat milk latte at Empire

Coffee, then onto the Automobile Museum, where I noted the Exhibit featuring 1990 autos. Prompting a smile, there she was amongst the collection, the yellow Saab Turbo I often borrowed from an old boyfriend. The old world Tennis Hall of Fame is a must-stop to see the beautiful grass courts. Famished, I welcomed the invitation to a late lunch at the Private Club on Bailey’s Beach before my last stop at the Boat Show. I stopped by to see what Palm Beach local IYC had and felt quite at home sitting on the yacht. Off I went to Westerly, where I concluded my final two days at the Ocean House, a Relais & Châteaux property reminiscent of the Irish Seaside. A pause to appreciate the manicured croquet lawns, beautiful art, and lovely staff. All by myself, I had plenty of time to ponder my youth and experiences, and I truly felt my Irish ancestors calling me.

DAILY AFFIRMATION:

If you haven’t yet, today, tomorrow, or next week, listen to the call of the wild and answer it. Margaret Bastick Luce. IG @margaretbastickluce

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