Boston

Jack and I were feeling antsy last weekend. We wanted to get out of town. Where to go? At 6pm on Friday night, Jack said, "We could go to Boston." By 7:15 we were packed and on our way.

It was a great weekend. With all of our family living far away, we don't often travel to locations other than their houses and we hardly ever go anywhere "by-the-six-of-us". The opportunity to do those things was nice. We did the typical Boston touristy stuff: Paul Revere's house, the Old North Church, the New England Aquarium (including the IMAX movie), street performers near Quincy Market, and a trip on the swan boats in the Public Garden made famous (or at least made familiar to us) by Robert McCloskey in Make Way for Ducklings. We did about as much as four kids age 8 and under could do in 40 hours in Boston. The kids were exhausted. And happy. The spontaneous sprint served to cure our wanderlust and to empty our travel budget. Now, with a sigh of contentment, we can begin fall and all that goes with it. School. Soccer. And, for this year, building a house. Just one question... Can anyone tell me where we pahked the cah? Was it on Chahles Street?



"Too much Boston!"





Boston was wicked hot last Saturday. We picked up real pepperoni, some funky Italian cheese and a baguette in a North end deli and ate it outside while the kids ran around in the fountains. It was sublime. Hot and sticky, but sublime.