Amber's last days...

Overall this entire trip has been an accidental Ivy League tour, from picking up Amber near Harvard , to a couple days spent around Princeton, NJ and on toward Yale in Connecticut. Look for the flashback post about the Yale Museum of Art in days come. We have come full circle with Amber and are back in Boston.

Our couch surf hosts have been gracious enough to let us stay four nights so that we could see everything that Boston has to offer. Unfortunately we've been sick and lazy. The three of us managed to get out of the house just a couple times but we saw what we felt we needed to and we relaxed and had a great time at the house.

For our first outing we went to Salem, MA. one of the worst historical tourist traps around. Cheap occult souvenirs and store front "museums" were everywhere and we just walked around feeling cold and complaining about how Salem has no reverence for their past (fake witch killin'). When we got "home" Alberto made some paella (chicken and rice is what mom called it...) and Ethan, one of our hosts, attempted to teach us the card game Pitch over drinks.

Day three started unusually early for us. We were out the door by 10am and followed Ethan to the Docks to watch sailboat racing and motor around Boston Harbor. After we had enough time on the water we headed over to the USS Constitution for a tour of the oldest winningest original ship in the US Navy. Some of us were a little under the weather but we rallied to do a part of the Freedom Trail that we missed last time we were in Boston. There is a lot of old stuff in Boston and we saw about as much as we could manage to in two half ass attempts, this leaves something to look forward to next time we pass through.

Upon returning to the host house we settled in for a quiet night of movies and hot tea but then people started showing up and all of a sudden we were playing drinking games.

Today's obvious highlight was pumpkin carving. The reason that it is obvious is that we did little to nothing else. The day was spent with our butts on the couch eyes staring blankly at a TV screen. Amber's flight leaves at 8am tomorrow and that means we must wake up earlier than we have grown accustomed to. We intended to go to bed early tonight, unfortunately we have not done that yet and it's getting late now. Good night.