Boston − 18 June, 2007
We got up extra early so we could get to the airport in time. In all, I got about five hours of sleep. We made both flights on time. When we got off the plane, we had no clue how to get to the T. When I asked a security officer how to get to the buses, I could hardly understand his reply through his thick accent. It was hard to believe that these people were actually Americans. When we got to the subway station, we didn't know which train to get on, so I decided to ask for help again. I approached a man as he got off the train and asked him, "Is this train heading north?" and he replied "Pahdon me?" Unconsciouly, my voice took on the Boston accent and I repeated myself. After answering, the man had just enough time to give me a look which said, "Stop wasting my time," before he ran off into the sunset.
After a twenty minute train ride, we finally emerged from the underground at Harvard Square. The air had a very distinctive smell, resembling a mix of sea breeze, restaurant and campfire. At this point, we had no idea how to get to our hotel. After sitting at a bus stop cluelessly, we started to walk around the square in search of food. We grabbed a couple of sandwiches at Au Bon Pain. Their mozzarella chicken sandwich was fantastic. I went outside and pulled my laptop out of my rolling carry on bag, which at this point both of us were still dragging. I spent the next ten minutes searching the Boston MTA website for bus schedules. Finally, I found the right bus. After a ten minute bus ride, we finally made it to our hotel. The hotel was far from downtown Cambridge and wasn't exactly in the best of shape.
After Mommy took a quick nap, we took the T to Boston Common, the start of the Freedom Trail. Our first stop was the granary burial ground, the second oldest graveyard in the country and home to Paul Revere's grave. As the business day drew to a close, a park guide began to close the cemetary. Our next stop along the Freedom Trail was King's Chapel, America's first church. It was closed for the day, but its graveyard was still open. It's the oldest in the nation and is home to John Wintrop and Elizabeth Pain, the real life Hester Prynne (The Scarlet Letter). For dinner, we headed to Faneuil Hall, a seventeenth century marketplace. We ate at a place called Dick's Barbeque. Basically, it's called Dick's because that's what the waiters are paid to be. He made me come get our drinks from all the way across the room. And he made fun of us because we both got water to drink. We ate outside on a patio next to the ain sidewalk, so we could see what was going on out there. There was one guy sitting on a bench who was obviously drunk. When a group of women walked by, he yelled out "Jack Sparrow! My name is Jack Sparrow!" It was hilarious to see how people reacted. The ribs were great, but my meal only came with one. After we ate, we began the trek back to the hotel.
After a twenty minute train ride, we finally emerged from the underground at Harvard Square. The air had a very distinctive smell, resembling a mix of sea breeze, restaurant and campfire. At this point, we had no idea how to get to our hotel. After sitting at a bus stop cluelessly, we started to walk around the square in search of food. We grabbed a couple of sandwiches at Au Bon Pain. Their mozzarella chicken sandwich was fantastic. I went outside and pulled my laptop out of my rolling carry on bag, which at this point both of us were still dragging. I spent the next ten minutes searching the Boston MTA website for bus schedules. Finally, I found the right bus. After a ten minute bus ride, we finally made it to our hotel. The hotel was far from downtown Cambridge and wasn't exactly in the best of shape.
After Mommy took a quick nap, we took the T to Boston Common, the start of the Freedom Trail. Our first stop was the granary burial ground, the second oldest graveyard in the country and home to Paul Revere's grave. As the business day drew to a close, a park guide began to close the cemetary. Our next stop along the Freedom Trail was King's Chapel, America's first church. It was closed for the day, but its graveyard was still open. It's the oldest in the nation and is home to John Wintrop and Elizabeth Pain, the real life Hester Prynne (The Scarlet Letter). For dinner, we headed to Faneuil Hall, a seventeenth century marketplace. We ate at a place called Dick's Barbeque. Basically, it's called Dick's because that's what the waiters are paid to be. He made me come get our drinks from all the way across the room. And he made fun of us because we both got water to drink. We ate outside on a patio next to the ain sidewalk, so we could see what was going on out there. There was one guy sitting on a bench who was obviously drunk. When a group of women walked by, he yelled out "Jack Sparrow! My name is Jack Sparrow!" It was hilarious to see how people reacted. The ribs were great, but my meal only came with one. After we ate, we began the trek back to the hotel.
