On Foggy Boston

I’m assuming you all have yesterday’s post fresh in mind (!), so I’m jumping right into action. Setting: Boston, Massachusetts. Featuring: two crazy ladies who have just finished making havoc in D.C. Action!


The next morning we decided to go to Salem. Not only because we are Potter-dorks (mostly, though), but also because it is a nice place in terms of architecture, shops and, apparently, rain. We spent a few hours there, and managed to see some, but not all – partly because of the rain, partly because we didn’t feel like stressing. One of my favourite parts was that Leanne took me to a museum – not to see the museum, but to see the museum shop. How nice is that!

After Salem, Leanne had to go back to (as she put it) retail hell, and I was once again on my own in Boston. It was still really foggy and rainy, so most of my alone time was spent in a nice, little café by the harbor. However, I also walked around for a while, taking pictures of the skyscrapers not just scraping the sky, but disappearing into it. I was supposed to go to the Aquarium, but the line to get in was insane, so I decided it was not worth it. After all, I’ve only just been to the DC aquarium (and frankly wasn’t impressed, though I know the Boston one supposedly is better). Foggy Boston was, however, worth it.

On Sunday morning, I got to go with Leanne to work. This might not sound very entertaining, but trust me, to be able to spend four and a half hour in a bookshop (especially one that has a Starbucks), is bliss to me. There is a mall (two actually) close by, so I did at one point leave Leanne’s bookshop to go to the mall, but when I got there, the only shop I visited was Borders… Clearly, there is no such thing as too much time spent in a bookstore to me.

After work, we went to hang out with Leanne’s friends, Courtney and Christine, and eventually my friend from back home, Hana, who happens to live in Boston at the moment. We had a good time – in fact so good that we nearly missed what we were supposed to do – go to the zoo. It took a while to get there, and when we did, we were told that the giraffes probably would be inside by then. The main purpose of going to the zoo was to see the baby giraffe (surprised?), so this was kind of a bummer. The ticket lady was really nice and let us in for free, though, and when we finally located where the giraffes were supposed to be, we did get to see them briefly before they went to bed. That baby giraffe was just the cutest thing!

Leanne and I rounded off the day by watching Coraline (great movie – for those interested I might also mention that it features a giraffe and a slug within a few minutes, so CLEARLY this is a movie made especially for me!), and then going to one of Leanne’s favourite places – Doyle’s. We were not able to taste their famous onion rings, but I still liked the place (I was informed that parts of Mystic River was filmed there. Now I’ll have to see Mystic River).

After this it was very little left for me to do than try to figure out how to fit all my purchases into my suitcase (my Welsh green did it, though), say goodbye to Leanne and her furry friends (her cats, in case that was unclear), and leave Boston early the next morning.

On walking between bookstores

The final day of Leanne’s visit in D.C. had one goal, and one only: to make us completely and utterly exhausted so that we would be able to sleep on the overnight train to Boston. We did our best, and we were pretty exhausted, but did we sleep on the train? Not so much…


Thursday started early – we had a breakfast date with our mutual friend, Sarah. Even though we did most of our packing the previous night, somehow we were still unable to be completely ready at time. Fortunately Sarah was patient, and tolerated being attacked by my host family’s over-enthusiastic dogs. When we finally were off, it turned out that the intended destination – a vegetarian breakfast place – was not yet open. We settled for alternative number two – bagels in a local college hang-out. The place was more that good enough, but in reality it probably had not mattered at all where we ate – we would have had a great time anyway. I have met Sarah in person before, Leanne had not, but our online interaction goes a long way back. We had such a great time thinking back to the “good, old times” we used to have, and since we share a lot of mutual interests, the conversation never stalled.

Sarah kindly dropped us off at the metro station, and then Leanne and I headed into the city. My office at George Washington University is, as I may have bragged about before, just a few blocks from the White House, so we went there to drop off our luggage before we started the day that was to be characterized by walking.

We walked to the White House, around it, from there to the Washington monument, around it, down the mall to the Lincoln memorial, yes, around it, and back to the White House area where we had lunch. Then we returned to my office, walked around it (but it’s not very big), went out again and ended up in Georgetown.

During this walk we also learned that Leanne apparently speak squirrel. The squirrels in D.C. are plentiful and relatively tame – they will for instance happily pose for photographs. However, I have never seen one approach by request until now, in fact it got so close that both Leanne an I were slightly worried the little bugger was going to climb her…

Squirrel pit stops set aside – in total this is a decent walk, especially considering we gradually added weight in our bags (we did naturally stop in every bookstore on our way). When we finally returned to my office that evening, we were tired enough to take advantage of my GWU privileges and call 4-RIDE to transport us to the metro rather than walk some more. This ensured that we got to Union Station in one piece (well, actually, Leanne and I were two separate pieces, and we had many pieces worth of luggage, so let me estimate we got there in maybe seven pieces). From there we managed to print our tickets, have some food, and board the 10 o’clock train.

The train ride was long. It is one thing to spend ten hours on a train when it’s light and you can see things. It’s a whole different matter when you’re exhausted and cannot sleep. No matter how comfortable the seats were, they were not comfortable enough, and I had a feeling my neck wasn’t attached to my body in the same spot as usual when we finally left the train in Boston. However, despite the lack of sleep, our spirits were high. After a (not so) quick stop at Leanne’s apartment to leave luggage, freshen up and introduce me to her two beautiful cats, we went for a(nother) walk – this time around the area where she lives. It was very nice – one of the highlights was, naturally, a bookstore (before Leanne went to stay in one for the rest of the night – aka work).

When she left for work, I went on my own to the area around Harvard university. Forever and ever I will now be able to say that I once went to Harvard. Feels good.

The area is, however, worth a visit even if you hadn’t been able to say those words. It’s filled with quirky little shops of every kind (not to mention the bookstore of bookstores – I will shut up about them soon, I promise, or at least consolidate my thoughts into a single post…), lots of college students (but in my opinion they looked slightly smarter than what I see at other universities – this might be a trick of the mind…) and beautiful, old buildings.

Finally, however, the walking caught up with me, and I was thoroughly happy when I finally could go to sleep on Leanne’s couch.