This was the weather in Boston when we arrived. It was a crazy, beautiful storm.
But the next morning dawned bright and clear for mine and Brittney's guided tour to "Little Italy" in Boston's North End. They introduced us to quaint storefronts being run by the direct descendants of the original owners and often offering the same pure, antiquated goods and services.
But the next morning dawned bright and clear for mine and Brittney's guided tour to "Little Italy" in Boston's North End. They introduced us to quaint storefronts being run by the direct descendants of the original owners and often offering the same pure, antiquated goods and services.This store offered various coffees weighed and ground while you waited and bins and bins full of nuts and herbs and teas.
We visited The Old North Church with it's "box pews." The idea being that in the dead of winter you could bring a bucket of hot coals into the pew with you and the confined space would offer more warmth. This particular church was the one that Paul Revere is said to have hung his telling two lanterns to indicate that the British army was traveling by sea. (Remember Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem, Paul Revere's Ride?)
As much as the Bostonians love their history I think it's very possible that they love their hockey team more. Their Boston Bruins had made it to the finals this year and they were a proud, enthusiastic town. Paul Revere is apparently a big Bruins fan as well.
There were a lot of dog tags in this little memorial garden. It was quite sobering.
That evening the IA group loaded four large touring buses and headed to the JFK Library for the evening dinner and entertainment. We had a police escort the entire way. The motorcycle unit would tag team each other riding ahead to secure our easy passage. It was so cool but seemed to anger many of the locals. There was many a bird flying as we passed the (stopped) traffic. Upon our arrival we were greeted with the band/flag performance. I could't help but wonder: who the heck did we think we were? It's not very often that insulation contractors and manufacturers get police escorts and privates dinners in a presidential library.
I loved having Brittney with me! Jordan was in meetings all day and even when he was physically present, the phone was his companion. I was so glad (and I know Jordan was too) I had someone to talk to and hang out with. Brittney was as enthusiastic about Boston as I was but she was relentless about wanting to go to a Boston Red Sox game while we were there. I was thinking the same thing but I just didn't see when or how we would fit it in.
There were a lot of dog tags in this little memorial garden. It was quite sobering.
That evening the IA group loaded four large touring buses and headed to the JFK Library for the evening dinner and entertainment. We had a police escort the entire way. The motorcycle unit would tag team each other riding ahead to secure our easy passage. It was so cool but seemed to anger many of the locals. There was many a bird flying as we passed the (stopped) traffic. Upon our arrival we were greeted with the band/flag performance. I could't help but wonder: who the heck did we think we were? It's not very often that insulation contractors and manufacturers get police escorts and privates dinners in a presidential library.
I loved having Brittney with me! Jordan was in meetings all day and even when he was physically present, the phone was his companion. I was so glad (and I know Jordan was too) I had someone to talk to and hang out with. Brittney was as enthusiastic about Boston as I was but she was relentless about wanting to go to a Boston Red Sox game while we were there. I was thinking the same thing but I just didn't see when or how we would fit it in. There was one night on the agenda that they said was a "surprise." We waited anxiously to see what it would be. There was speculation that it was a concert in the park. There was not one part of me that wanted to go to a concert in the park, and so when we got to our room and saw the bag of peanuts, cracker jacks, bottles of coke, and Red Sox hats we were elated!
The night started out with a DuckTour. Loved the DuckTour. Please do a DuckTour if you're ever in Boston.
This was Brittney's reaction when she found out we were going to a Sox game.
Fenway Park is the coolest! I'm not kidding. The park still looks very similar to when it opened in 1912.
The famous Fenway Frank. We had an open snack bar for the entirety of the game. I've never eaten so much crap. I loved every bite of my hot dog, my fries, my mozzarella sticks, my lobster roll, my chicken fingers, my hot chocolate and my unlimited refills of diet coke.
Beautiful. And they won.
Our Harvard guides were current students and very entertaining. I could't help but think of the show, Psyche.
This was Brittney's reaction when she found out we were going to a Sox game.
Fenway Park is the coolest! I'm not kidding. The park still looks very similar to when it opened in 1912.
The famous Fenway Frank. We had an open snack bar for the entirety of the game. I've never eaten so much crap. I loved every bite of my hot dog, my fries, my mozzarella sticks, my lobster roll, my chicken fingers, my hot chocolate and my unlimited refills of diet coke.
Beautiful. And they won.
Our Harvard guides were current students and very entertaining. I could't help but think of the show, Psyche. 
Once again-beautiful.
Our last day ended with a trip to Faneuil Marketplace. The meatball sub that Brittney got was the perfect ending to our trip. I love the incredible history that permeates every corner of Boston. Faneuil Marketplace has been around since 1742. Amazing.
The Founding Fathers met here. Although I'm not sure what "here" is. I will pay closer attention next time. And there will be a next time.
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