This morning Tim left early to catch his flight to his cousin's house in Missouri. He is so excited to see her.
Then Farney drove Holly, Amy and I to Hanover to catch the bus to Boston. It was a coach that had free wi-fi, water and pretzels.
You got to be happy with that.
Chris (who worked at the waterfront at camp) met us at the station. He had gone home yesterday and we were going to spend a few days with him. So we jumped on the train to take our bags back to his car. Most of the time I am glad that I have a suitcase rather than a pack but lugging my heavy case around and having to go up steps and on and off trains holds no joy for me. Thank goodness that my road trips are going to be in a car and not on public transport. It would do my head in.
So we then headed back into the city and Chris took us through Harvard and around the area which is really lovely - definitely somewhere I could imagine living. We had a photo with the statue of Mr. Harvard himself. Apparently if you touch his foot it's good luck (no patting for me - I gave that sucker a good ole rub) and one of his boots is discoloured from all the people who have done it.
We went to Faneil (don't think that's the right spelling) Hall and on the way saw a group of break dancers - I have attached a video.
We had dinner at a really popular, family owned Italian restaurant whose name escapes me but there was a line out the front to get it. It was worth the wait. After dinner we went to two pastry shops and bought canoli's. The point of going to two was that Chris wanted to compare and see who we thought made the best ones.
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