Fall break in Boston
Dave and I got back home on Tuesday after spending a long weekend in Boston. We had a lot of fun. By the end of Sunday, Dave and I were marveling at all of the activities we had managed to get under our belt in such a short amount of time. We decided it was because this was the first trip that felt like a vacation as opposed to going back to a city we had just left and were still sort of disinterested in. Anyway, some of the activities we got up to were: the annual visit to Arena Farms for pumpkins and caramel apples; a trip to the Boston Common for the "Life is good" pumpkin festival; kicking around Harvard Square; frequenting establishments that serve amazingly good greek or indian food; frequenting Starbucks; visiting the Old North Bridge where Flash nearly knocked over a tourist in her excitement to sniff some other tourists pants; more caramel apples at Arena Farms; the Head of the Charles to root on Bucknell (I won't tell you how they did). Dave and I both stopped at our previous places of employment to catch up with people on Monday, however, the most profound activity for me that day had to be meeting up with Paul, whom I hadn't seen in four years, and who announced that he was moving back to Ireland in December, NOT June, which was a total bummer because I was hoping to catch up with him again when we're in Boston for Christmas. Sigh. Dave and I spent Tuesday in the car on what has to be the most frustrating road trip home we've ever been on. It was so annoying, if I write about it I'll get the urge to go sit in the car and smack my head with the atlas again, so I'm not going to.
Did you hear the Red Sox won the World Series?