We came, we saw, we went, in one short day, but what a great, chilly day it was. Kent and I happened to have two vouchers with Delta, so we thought it would be fun to take a quick trip back east to see the fall foliage. I had been to Boston a couple of times and love the mini city with a scholarly feel, but Kent hadn't so our decision was made. Here it is in a nutshell (a rather large nutshell).
After surviving the red eye flight, we met up with Kent's friend, Crisette. She and Kent were friends during the law school days, but she currently lives in Boston with her husband. She oriented us with parts of the city then took us to Regina's Pizza (so delicious) and Mike's Pastries (not so delicious). I thought I'd like the cannolis at Mike's, but they were a bit overloaded with cream and chocolate. I know, I didn't think that was possible either.
We then found our way back to the Government Center and passed this lovely place -->
Durty Nelly's. That's right, dUrty nellY's. My friend, Katie, who lived in Boston for a while, told me this place reminded her of me when she would drive by. (I promise I'm not a hussy.)
We then began walking the Freedom Trail. Cruising around town by foot was great, but freezing. It was maybe 45 degrees. Maybe less. I don't know, but I do know that our Southern California faces were freezing.
One of the many brick and gold-domed buildings in the city. This is where the Boston Massacre took place.
There were a few cemeteries along the path which made my day. I have a strange obsession with them. I love the gravestones, the names of the deceased, the dates from so long ago-who were these people and what were their lives like? Old, old cemeteries are the best. I suppose if you locked me up in one at night, I wouldn't love it, I'd probably cry, but they're fascinating otherwise. If you're a graveyard connoisseur, the Hong Kong cemetery is probably the best, followed by one on the way to Coney Island.
Kent, frozen in a graveyard, wondering why on earth I'm taking multiple pictures there.
The Massachusetts State House, last place on the southern end of the Freedom Trail.
We made our way back up the trail and found this statue of Paul Revere. You know, the man who shouted, "The Redcoats are coming, the redcoats are coming!" (or "the British are coming", not really sure.) We tried to get into his house, but we were too late. Next time.
This is inside of the church where they hung the lanterns to warn the Colonists of the approaching Brits. It was a beautiful, quaint church. I love the staircase and window, but this is the best photo I could get.
Master Kent in the Sommer pew box.
Not really. It was reserved "for strangers and wardens". That works though.
Lovely Nameless Bridge. Okay, I just looked it up, it's called the Zakim Bridge. Interesting. I would thought it would be something like Hamilton or Westley.
I love the sun's rays creeping through that one spot, highlighting the leaves. A sublime sunset.
If you didn't get enough of the Zakim Bridge, here it is again, this time with the two of us in front of it.
We made it to the USS Constitution, but unfortunately, we were too late to tour the ship. We will do that, and hike Bunker Hill, next time. We completed our Boston sojourn at a theater where we watched Stomp. I wanted to see it back in 1990-something, but it was too expensive for my high school/college self. It was definitely creative, but I did nod off a couple of times-I just couldn't keep my eyes open! That's what the red eye does to people.
The next day, we drove to Connecticut to visit my brother's family. They live on a tiny island near Mystic and it is fabulous. It's everything you imagine when you think of the New England coast and more.
Here we are on the dock at their house. And yes, that is the Atlantic Ocean at their doorstep.
This is the view from the back porch. How lovely is that?!
And this is their daughter, Maddie. Such a cutie, even with the blood-shot Halloween eyes.
I had to throw this house in because I love it. It is on the island as well. I told Kent we might have to build something like it someday. I wouldn't mind the ocean view either.
On the way back to the airport, admiring the fall colors through the rain-covered windows. (We heard it was supposed to be 65 degrees and clear the day after we left-so sad.)We had a wonderful time and we're grateful we got to take a quick trip to Boston and Connecticut. It was tiring, but so worth it to see one of my favorite cities and to visit with family. We will go back one of these days.
Waiting to board this plane...
To take us to these countries...
I really loved that trip. Who knows when we'll get to go to Europe again, but today I am content to reminisce via the Holga.
A street in Madrid
The Madrid Temple
A Spanish ruin
Grapevines and poppies in Provence
Fields of red
Normandy
Cannes
The happy travelers
A few weeks ago, Kent and I had the opportunity to go to Catalina for a small church meeting/service. Catalina Island is part of our ward; they aren't an official branch, but a few members and the elders get together to hold a Spanish service and a small (very small) English service. I referred to them as a "branch" once and I was quickly corrected. They really are just a small gathering of church members: two elders, an older couple who lives on Catalina (they head things up for the group) and Kent and I were the only ones present at the English session, which, was held on the top floor of a bank building. The Spanish session was better attended, maybe 10-15 people showed up, but with so few people, I felt like a missionary. It was great.
I'm glad Kent and I get to do so many fun activities together. He is my favorite person to hang out with and I love his goodness and example. Just look at him, how you can you not love him?
All in all, a wonderful Sunday activity. A boat ride, Catalina, church and time well spent with my husband. Next time we go to Catalina, I want to see the Bison, drive a golf cart around, stay in a quaint bed and breakfast and hike the island trails. Seems like it could be one enjoyable weekend getaway.
After surviving the red eye flight, we met up with Kent's friend, Crisette. She and Kent were friends during the law school days, but she currently lives in Boston with her husband. She oriented us with parts of the city then took us to Regina's Pizza (so delicious) and Mike's Pastries (not so delicious). I thought I'd like the cannolis at Mike's, but they were a bit overloaded with cream and chocolate. I know, I didn't think that was possible either.
We then found our way back to the Government Center and passed this lovely place -->
Durty Nelly's. That's right, dUrty nellY's. My friend, Katie, who lived in Boston for a while, told me this place reminded her of me when she would drive by. (I promise I'm not a hussy.)
We then began walking the Freedom Trail. Cruising around town by foot was great, but freezing. It was maybe 45 degrees. Maybe less. I don't know, but I do know that our Southern California faces were freezing.
One of the many brick and gold-domed buildings in the city. This is where the Boston Massacre took place.
There were a few cemeteries along the path which made my day. I have a strange obsession with them. I love the gravestones, the names of the deceased, the dates from so long ago-who were these people and what were their lives like? Old, old cemeteries are the best. I suppose if you locked me up in one at night, I wouldn't love it, I'd probably cry, but they're fascinating otherwise. If you're a graveyard connoisseur, the Hong Kong cemetery is probably the best, followed by one on the way to Coney Island.
Kent, frozen in a graveyard, wondering why on earth I'm taking multiple pictures there.
The Massachusetts State House, last place on the southern end of the Freedom Trail.
We made our way back up the trail and found this statue of Paul Revere. You know, the man who shouted, "The Redcoats are coming, the redcoats are coming!" (or "the British are coming", not really sure.) We tried to get into his house, but we were too late. Next time.
This is inside of the church where they hung the lanterns to warn the Colonists of the approaching Brits. It was a beautiful, quaint church. I love the staircase and window, but this is the best photo I could get.
Master Kent in the Sommer pew box.
Not really. It was reserved "for strangers and wardens". That works though.
Lovely Nameless Bridge. Okay, I just looked it up, it's called the Zakim Bridge. Interesting. I would thought it would be something like Hamilton or Westley.
I love the sun's rays creeping through that one spot, highlighting the leaves. A sublime sunset.
If you didn't get enough of the Zakim Bridge, here it is again, this time with the two of us in front of it.
We made it to the USS Constitution, but unfortunately, we were too late to tour the ship. We will do that, and hike Bunker Hill, next time. We completed our Boston sojourn at a theater where we watched Stomp. I wanted to see it back in 1990-something, but it was too expensive for my high school/college self. It was definitely creative, but I did nod off a couple of times-I just couldn't keep my eyes open! That's what the red eye does to people.
The next day, we drove to Connecticut to visit my brother's family. They live on a tiny island near Mystic and it is fabulous. It's everything you imagine when you think of the New England coast and more.
Here we are on the dock at their house. And yes, that is the Atlantic Ocean at their doorstep.
This is the view from the back porch. How lovely is that?!
And this is their daughter, Maddie. Such a cutie, even with the blood-shot Halloween eyes.
I had to throw this house in because I love it. It is on the island as well. I told Kent we might have to build something like it someday. I wouldn't mind the ocean view either.
On the way back to the airport, admiring the fall colors through the rain-covered windows. (We heard it was supposed to be 65 degrees and clear the day after we left-so sad.)
