Boston Weekend

My best friend Julie and I spent a long weekend in Boston. She teaches in the San Jose area, and we try to get together in a different city every year. We decided on Boston precisely because neither of us had ever been. After a harrowing ordeal at three major airports, I finally made it to Boston. Nevermind that I was supposed to arrive at 6:00 pm Saturday, and I landed at 7:00 am Sunday. I'm getting agitated just thinking about it. On to the travelogue...

Boston loves its cemeteries. I've never seen so many dead Puritans.

Our hotel was right next to Boston Common. We were lucky to see the leaves changing; usually the trees are bare by November.

I don't even know what this building is, but I loved the look of it. Julie and I walked along the Freedom Trail and saw a number of churches, offices, homes, and cafes that we fell in love with.

I didn't realize it before, but Julie and I are apparently history nerds; here she is at John Hancock's grave. We also found where Massachusetts Bay Colony founder John Winthrop lived. Plus we saw Paul Revere's house and many other historical landmarks.

Harvard was beautiful. It's no Pepperdine (tee hee), but it was pretty cool.

This was my favorite part. We took the train to Concord and visited Old Manse, Ralph Waldo Emerson's home. Both Hawthorne and Thoreau lived there at various times, too. We got a little (okay, a lot) lost on our walk from the train station to the house, but it was worth it. We toured the home and learned all sorts of interesting trivia about the writers who lived there.

So we got lost in Concord, but it wasn't a bad place to wander around.