Wednesday, October 6, 2010
hot news from home and more touring
I know, you've been just waiting and practicing patience wondering when I'll get around to posting more on my trip. I have to tell you, Boston is a great place.
What's not so great is getting a call at 8:30 a.m. in Boston from your father-in-law in Arizona (that would be 5:30 in AZ) to let you know that not everything is okay and that in fact there may have been a small electrical fire in the attic from the ever aggravating a/c. No body was hurt, the kids slept through it all (no fire alarms and no flames and certainly no firemen - although firemen are always hot, but that's a discussion for another time isn't it?) Needless to say, the rest of my morning was not one of leisure, it was one more leisurely looking on the outside, and panic-stricken on the inside. Within a few hours the a/c dudes (the big guns this time - the owner, himself, and the head of maintenance (my good friend, Bob) had everything under control. They apologized profusely many times to my in-laws. And so far (its been 8 days now) so good. I felt much better after 12:30 when the call came to say those magic words, All is Well. And it was.
So then I remembered I was on vacation. Nate came back around 4 p.m. and we hit the town. We found and took the T and began our small trek on the Freedom Trail. It was amazing to see these historic places - the Old South Meetinghouse, Faneuil Hall (the cradle of Freedom), the steeple where the lanterns were hung which began Paul Revere's famous ride (y'know - one if by land, two if by sea), the church across from the famed steeple whose dome was hammered out by Paul himself, The Green Dragon Tavern... Well I'll just say it was so cool.
We ended our trek in Boston's North End at this tasty Italian restaurant that seemed right out of a movie. I swear Joe Pesci was sitting near us and said goodnight to us as he left (and after looking him up to make sure I spelled his name right, it really was Joe or at least his identical twin). Well we really finished our evening stopping in an Italian bakery (while Nate did a med consult on the phone, but I digress), and found that they do in fact know what cannoli is all about!
Here's some pics of our ye ole' selves and of some ye ole' places...
The next day I got all smart on myself and went to Harvard. Here's my synopsis: snooty, hoity, ivy, old, tasty (cocoa), historical. Stay tuned.