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]]>We got a very early start this morning, picking up a rental car and
making our way down to Woods Hole for the ferry to Martha's Vineyard.
After my learning the difference between east and west, we made it to
the remote parking lot, only to find it full. Luckily, we found our way
to the second remote lot, caught the shuttle bus to Woods Hole, and by
some miracle, made it just before a ferry was about to depart (and for
Vineyard Haven, like we wanted!) It was a fairly quick ride on the
ferry, and we were on the island by 10:45. We spent some time checking
out VH, before taking the bus to Edgartown, and finally to Oak Bluffs to
catch the ferry home. There were a lot of little shops to see, but
there were some of the same shops in different towns, which was
annoying-we'd walk into a place and say, "oh, we saw this already!" We
also saw the old, 19th century carousel (Yes, I rode a carousel and am
not ashamed!) and checked out the beach.
Coming home was a bit of an adventure, as you may be able to tell from
the title of this post. It took a while to get off the ferry and back
to the lot where the car was, then it took forever to get *out* of the
lot (but we did see Tom Cruise's twin while we were there!) We seemed
to be on our way back to Braintree, but due to a poorly labeled rotary,
we missed the route we needed. So, we found a place to fuel up and have
dinner, then found our way back to the route we needed. Then the real
fun began. We drove past our hotel no fewer than three times on the
interstate. Each time, we missed the exit. I'm going to let Ali talk
about the run-in with the Indian Reservation in her post. Needless to
say, it was frustrating, but we kept laughing about it (really, how
could you not? I mean, come on? Three times? We're both intelligent,
educated women and we can't find our hotel!) and eventually found our
way back.
Tomorrow's the last full day here, and we're planning on checking out
Cape Cod some more...but I think we're going to need a better map, and
make sure we leave plenty of time to get home...after all, our flights
are Tuesday afternoon and we don't want to miss them ![]()
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]]>2. Tea shall be thrown into the harbor.
Sadness - we were down there a whole bunch of times, but we kept forgetting to throw in the tea bag that we had snatched from the room. I still have it - maybe I'll put it in the scrapbook or something.
3. Consumption of a lobster roll.
Done. Had it at the Espresso Love Cafe on Martha's Vineyard. It was quite enjoyable and seems ridiculously easy to make.
4. At least one bout of uncontrollable laughter.
Ok, it's called circling the hotel area forever while trying not to end up running over American Indians, or whatever it is that they're keeping on Chickatawbut Road.
5. One lighthouse. It doesn't even have to be functional.
Chatham Light - did it on Cape day. It was functional, too, though not open for tours when we were there.
6. One amazing dessert.
Finale desserts. You just can't go to Boston without going to this place. And honestly, that mousse that Maura had at the Legal Sea Foods was pretty to-die-for, too.
7. The learning of at least one new thing that I didn't know before that is really cool.
I consider learning that there are places in the world where waffle cones are being made with globs of rice krispie good on them, and palces where cupcakes are being injected with ice cream and covered with chocolate really cool. There was other interesting historical stuff, the fact that I had no idea that there would be three different kinds of whales off the cost of Boston, and a bunch of others.
8. One really good picture of my like, totally, BFF and me.
There are a bunch. I think Maura has copies of them.
9. Personal discovery. Is that too deep?
I don't know. I'll have to think about it.
10. Fun!
Tons. Loved it.
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]]>We finally reached a parking lot for the ferry, and because we had heard on AM 1610 (the ferry station) that the Woods Hole lot was full, we decided to just park there because it was the first one that we had found. We pulled into the lot and had to take a ticket and eventually saw a guy at the back of the lot that was flagging us his way. Unfortunately, all he did was mumble that the lot was full and give us a piece of paper with a shoddy map that basically went back the way we came. Thanks for that up-to-date information, AM 1610. So, we had to drive approximately 10 miles back the way we came to go to the Cataumet ferry lot, which we finally did. We boarded the bus and were on our way to the ferry, which was quite a bit further south than the first lot we went to. I have a hard time believing that it’s the best solution to have all of these lots spaced so far apart, and so far away from the place where you actually board the ferry, but I guess to some extent you just have to live with it. We got to the ferry (an unscheduled trip which allowed us to not have to wait for the next ferry which would have been quite a bit later) with just moments to spare – we bought our tickets and the boat left about 5 minutes later. The ride was about 45 minutes and let us out in Vineyard Haven (Tisbury).
We walked to the Black Dog Bakery/Cafe, which was touted as being an excellent place to go by the Fodors and other things that I read and got a pastry and a drink for breakfast. After eating, we found about 27 additional Black Dog gift shops in the general vicinity of the Bakery/Cafe that we went to. I have a hard time believing that anyone could possibly need that much Black Dog stuff, though I suppose we did see a lot of people on the island that were walking around with it on. We perused the shops, cute little places with jewelry and clothing and gifts; Maura bought a Christmas ornament, and then we caught the bus to Edgartown. There were a handful of repeat stores (same as in Vineyard Haven). We got lunch at a little coffee house (I got my lobster roll! It was great and I think it would not be a problem to make at home, given I didn’t completely overcook the lobster), walked around some more, and then hopped the bus to Oak Bluffs. Oak Bluffs had a nice little park in front of the gingerbread houses. We looked for shells on the beach, and then rode the Flying Horses carousel and started seeing A LOT of repeat shops; we walked around a bit more and by that time it was a little before 6. We had reservations for dinner at a nice restaurant, but we had eaten lunch late and neither of us was hungry, so we just skipped it and caught the 6:15p.m. ferry back to Oak Bluffs. It was fine getting on the boat, but there were no directions on how to get off (not the same way we got on) and we got stuck behind these two people with two giant strollers (and a lobster baby) and had to wait for them to haul their strollers up and down flights of stairs (nicely planned exit strategy for the boat – hope they never have an emergency!) Then, once we had gotten off, we had to wait for a bus – there were a lot of busses in a row, but it took a while to load them and because of how long it took us to get off the ferry, we were quite a way back in the line. The bus driver got us back to the Cataumet lot (there was a guy on the bus that looked just like Tom Cruise), and then a whole new delay began – getting out of the lot. Parking was $10/day and they only had one cash register to ring out cars, so there was a huge line to pay and leave. I finally stopped being nice and letting people in front of me because we were waiting FOREVER and just wouldn’t let anyone else in front. We finally got on the road north to Braintree; when we got to the place where we needed to catch the freeway, we got mixed up and went the wrong way. We found a Friendly’s for dinner (mmmm, Fribble), got some gas, and got back on the way. Everything was fine until we got back to the Braintree area (though there was a ton of traffic all the way back from the cape and a lot of drastic speeding up and slowing down.) At the point where we were really close to the hotel, it all just went to hell. The map that the hotel had given us told us one thing, the road signs didn’t tell us that, and we just went in circles over and over again. We tried to use the highway, we tried to take the side streets, we tried to ask for directions, and we kept going the wrong way no matter what we did. It was ridiculously hysterical. There was one time when we were not even a mile down from our hotel, but we didn’t realize it until it was too late and we were back on our way to not getting back to the hotel. Finally, we found the right person to give us directions and mercifully got back to the hotel about FOUR HOURS after starting back. Luckily, we didn’t get in any accidents, and the whole thing was just plain funny.
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]]>We were really near the Public Garden and Common, so we went through the Granary Burying Grounds where we saw some extremely old gravestones (1600s & 1700s), as well as the gravesites of Franklin and Revere. We then made our way to the Swan Boats. The line was pretty long, but was moving really quickly due to many boats running at the same time. It was a fun, short ride. We headed toward the Paul Revere house/Freedom Trail historical area. On the way, there were many cute little Italian restaurants and dessert shops. We stopped into Trani, which makes “n-jectables”: cupcakes, donuts, brownies, eclairs, and other baked goods that they pump full of ice cream and cover with a layer of chocolate. I had no idea such a thing was being made in the world. I think they’ve got serious franchise opportunities. We made it to the Old North Church just in time for a short presentation that was being given about it, then continued down the Freedom Trail toward Long Wharf. Along the way, all of our maps said that we would come upon the Paul Revere house, but we looked and looked and looked and we completely couldn’t find it. Given that it was referred to elsewhere on the web as a “dump,” I’m not too heartbroken about it. We walked through a park and saw the Rose Kennedy Rose Garden, then looked for somewhere to grab a bite before whale watching.
We got our tickets for the whale watching cruise really early so that we could get a good seat on the boat and waited on the wharf. When they let us on, we hauled up to the top level and got a bench near the railing. The ride out was long (1 hour) and extremely windy (we have pictures to prove it, and I lost a bunch of hair later while brushing due to it) and by the time we got to our destination, the Boston skyline was pretty much just a tiny blot on the horizon. We spent about an hour moving around through the marine wildlife preserve that they had brought us to, and did have quite a few whale sightings. I didn’t see any “breeches,” (whales coming completely up out of the water) because I was always either on the wrong side of the boat or not looking when it happened (usually happened fairly far in the distance), but we did see a number of fins and some tails and quite a bit of spraying. It was definitely worth the money.
We got back in pretty late from the boat ride (9:45p.m.) and when we got back to our hotel it was even later. And for the second time, our room keys didn’t work. Maura went down to the front desk and when she got there, they gave her some story about thinking that we were checking out that day...or maybe someone just typed in the room numbers wrong when they were checking out some other room...or maybe a roving band of gnomes that live in the walls changed the key code. So, the guy from the desk had to come up with us to the room and we had to dig up the hotel confirmations to prove to him that we should be let into the room (that we have already paid for in full, months ago). He said he would bring us up new keys so we didn’t have to continue to go back and forth from the front desk, but Maura had to call two more times to get them to bring them up. The hotel itself is just fine, and the shuttle experience has been great and free, but I don’t know what is up with their computer system. They need to work on that.
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]]>We went to the Globe Bar & Cafe for a light lunch and walked up and down Boylston and Newbury checking out the shopping. For the most part it was really expensive (Hermes, Burberry, etc.), but Maura got a super-cute dress at Filene’s and it was fun digging through the racks trying to find the bargains. I found one shirt that I liked, but I’m a cheapass, so I didn’t get it. Maybe if we hit the flagship store, we’ll find more good stuff. We got a smoothie at Emack & Bolio’s – I can’t speak for Maura, but I chose the smoothie because it seemed like blended-up fruit and orange juice was a healthier option than gobs of ice cream, but omg, they had waffle cones where the top was dipped/rolled in THICK rice krispie goo. They also had ones with fruity pebbles, cocoa krispies, coconut, and sprinkles, but the krispies were the most tempting. We hit a few more stores and then took the T to Faneuil Hall/Quincy Market and roamed through the shops. I was trying to find a Coach purse that I saw someone had at the airport, but I think it’s an older “model”, so I think I’m SOL. There was some cute new stuff, though, so maybe I’ll investigate when I get home. I wasn’t feeling so great, so we sat a little bit and then changed into dresses and went to the harbor to see what was out on the water and to go to Legal Sea Foods for dinner. I’m glad we made reservations because it was busy at 7 when we showed up and it seemed even busier when we left – whatever time that was. The meal was really good – I would have had the lobster if I was independently wealthy because we saw a bunch of them coming out and they were rather large and tasty-looking, but at the recommendation of the waiter, I chose the swordfish. I also had a flight of wines (my first flight and I drank ‘em all, baby!), a cup of lobster bisque, and for dessert I got a bon bon (chocolate covered ice cream) and a profiterole. I think it was the most items that I’ve ever ordered at a restaurant for a single meal, but it ended up not being that expensive because I didn’t order the giant size of everything. While waiting for the meal, we decided that when we were done, we would seek out the Mike’s Pastry; we had seen quite a few people at Quincy Market with Mike’s boxes and we figured that if there were that many people that had gone, it couldn’t be that far. We took the T to the stop that was closest to Mike’s and the Holocaust memorial was right there, so we read the quotes and information and took some pictures. Then, we walked down a long, restaurant-lined street (really cute, lots of open fronts, Italian places (mmmm,pasta)) and finally came upon it - the line of course was out the door. I was hopeful that they would have something like a danish that we could get for breakfast tomorrow (you know, instead of the $8 bagel they’re pushing in the cafe downstairs), but they really only had dessert items, so we got some cannoli and cookies and went back to the hotel. Maura expertly arranged the cannoli in the ice bucket for preservation purposes – hopefully they will still taste ok tomorrow – they look pretty good. I think my blog for today may qualify us for iliketalkingaboutfood.com. I LOVE NOT BEING AT WORK.
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]]>Finagle a Bagel: I am smitten with your salt bagel. I would like one delivered to me each morning, piping hot, with melty light cream cheese. Can we work this out somehow?
Hah-vahd: Yeah. So, I didn’t go there, and I can’t even get into the buildings now because I don’t have a student ID. So, why did we come up here?!
Finale: While I did grab my chest in shock when you told me that two cookies and a lump of chocolate were $10.25, there is actually no way I could complain. The sandwich that I had for lunch (cheese, caramelized onions, apple, mango chutney, walnuts and multi-grain bread) was ridiculously good and cheap, and the “chocolate decadence” was beyond anything rich that you could possibly imagine. We couldn’t even finish! It seems like a fantastic place to go after an event – classy decor, intimate setting, etc. Definite recommend.
Prudential Skywalk: It’s too bad it was so foggy otherwise we could have seen more, but at least we checked it out before the rain started. Nice views of the city and decent but not overwhelming audio tour.
Mapparium: Wait, so, why was this made? Wait, so it shows the world in 1935? Wait, weren’t there some states that became states after 1935? Why did it show all of the states as being states then? Wait, why was I not told these things on the 20 minute “tour”? I think that this needs to serve a purpose more than just being a whisper chamber; we can get that at home at the MSI.
Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum: Alright. I completely understand that it stated in her will that things should not be changed after her death and that there is some sort of foundation or group or just a giant bunch of rent-a-cops that have dedicated themselves to carrying out her wishes. I get it. But I think that the rule is being applied extremely selectively, at the convenience of their making money (someone needs to explain to me why you can’t take a picture in the courtyard – if the sun shines down on the “art” that is housed there every day through the glass ceiling, I have a hard time believing that the camera flashes would do the “art” more damage than that), and that they would benefit by making a certain degree of changes that would not change the essence of the museum’s content, but would give people a reason to want to go there. There are modern smoke detectors on the ceilings, and I mean, despite the giant theft a few years back, I would imagine there is probably some amount of after-hours security since there is a person in a uniform in every room. Was that exactly how it was when she left it? Does the concept of “leave it as it is” mean that it shouldn’t grow and change with the times? If there is no information on each of the works, the rooms are so dark you feel like you’re in a cave, and furniture is just thrown haphazardly throughout the rooms, what incentive do I (or anyone else for that matter) have to want to learn about the woman or why she was such a patron of the arts?
BiPpLe: Nice genealogy program. I wonder if they have those anywhere at home.
BoSox: Rain delay=9:00 start to the game. Laaaaaaaate. Cramped seats, but enthusiastic fans. We had to leave early, but I think I got the general idea. The hot dog was the epitome of soft, wonder-bready, melt-in-your-mouth ballpark goodness.
Sheraton Sweet Sleeper Bed: How I love you so!
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]]>So anyway, the 5-or-so hours that I had to sit and wait for the flight to board was actually productive - it gave me a lot of good time to sit and read the Fodors for Boston, which I am going on record as saying was infinitely more helpful than my “comparable” Eyewitness book. Maybe I am easily distracted by all of the pretty pictures and just need to be forced to read the text in the Fodors.
While Maura was having challenging flight issues (see Maura’s entry for 18-Jul-07), I was waiting to board while watching the planes taxiing around, when all of a sudden I heard “oh <expletive deleted>” behind me and all of a sudden my back felt warm. I turned around and a guy had spilled his Starbucks beverage (sucked to be him because it was probably a $7.00 investment), and of course, he managed to spill it on my back and an entire row of Lambert’s classy black leather seating. He just looked at me and said in a somewhat annoyed tone (not sure why, considering he spilled it on me)“It’s just chamomile tea, it won’t stain!” and then he ran off. Woah. In any case, I found out when we landed that Maura’s plane was right behind mine, so her delays ended up working out perfectly for our timing.
After deboarding (basically into a Starbucks – gee, do you figure that’s strategically placed?), it was pretty uneventful getting to baggage and waiting. Maura met up with me at the “B” gate, we asked the nice lady with the heavy Bah-stin accent where to go, and the public transportation was fantastically self-explanatory. We got ourselves a week-long CHARLIE card (Charrrrrrrrlieeeeeee) and we were on our way. The only snag that we hit was that we took the train to the end of the line (Braintree) and the shuttle, being apparently “too big” only picks up from the second to last stop (Quincy Adams), so we took a cab and a nice English-speaking man took us to the hotel.
After taking some time figuring out what to do on Thursday, we took the T into the city and after a few “misses” on restaurants, we ended up atCheers. We walked part of the Freedom Trail through Boston Public Garden and when we saw throngs of people heading toward us with bright yellow Cheers bags, we knew we were on the right track. There was no wait AND they were still open, so pretty much all of our criteria were fulfilled. Maura was in the process of taking a picture of me with the Cheers mug, when the guy next to me leaned into the shot. It was pretty funny and made for a good picture. We paid and on our way out, I suggested to Maura that we get a shot of her with the tobacco shop Indian in the corner – I took the shot, and then the guy ran over again (he informed us his name was Yaser) and wanted to get another picture. We got a picture and the people he was with got a picture – pretty funny.
Tomorrow: Bosox!
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]]>And, on a bright note, literally, there was no rain today! ![]()
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]]>The afternoon was spent doing tourist-y things. We went to the Prudential skywalk, and saw some great views of the Boston area. Next it was on to the Mapparium at the Mary Baker Eddy library. The Mapparium itself was pretty—you basically walk inside a 30 ft. stained glass globe. However, it was a quick trip. We hopped back on the T and went to the Isabella Stewart Gardener Museum. What this museum essentially is is a giant mansion that she filled with different antique furniture, artwork, and trinkets. Upon her death, her will said something along the lines of “don’t touch a thing” and so the mansion is open to the public and people come in and marvel at the antique furniture, artwork and trinkets. Both Ali and I agreed that it would have been nice if they had more signage on the different items, as it was hard to tell what everything is or when it was from. When we left the museum, it was raining, and we had some time to kill before the Sox-Sox game, so we went to the Boston Public Library. I had wanted to check out the genealogy section anyway, to see if they had any passenger lists from ships in the 1920’s, when my grandpa had come to America. I had figured that this would be an arduous process, but we were able to find what I was looking for in five minutes! It was exciting to see this piece of the past.
Ali wrote about the Sox game already, so I won’t bore anyone with game details. I did, however, have the misfortune of being seated next to a jerky group of couples who were antagonizing a dad and son sitting in front of us. On the way out, I complained to security and they said they’d have them thrown out. So, I may have gotten people kicked out of Fenway last night. I’m not sorry about it if it did happen though, because they were being total a-holes.
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]]>We were pleased to find that the Boston transit system is extremely easy to navigate. And, it appears to be far more efficient than the CTA. After we settled into our hotel, we checked out Cheers near Boston Common for a late dinner. Really the only thing there that reminded me of Cheers was the logo and the pictures of Norm and Cliff on the wall, but it was still a nice place to spend the evening. We were also amused by a gentleman named Yaser, who opted his way into several of our photos.
We haven’t gotten lost yet, and because of this, I’m considering the trip a success so far!
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]]>2. Tea shall be thrown into the harbor. I don't care if it's a single bag of Tetley English Breakfast. It is vital to recreate history. Unless it's going to kill fish. Do fish like tea?
3. Consumption of a lobster roll. I want to know if it's that good. And I want Ina Garten to stop seeming so smug.
4. At least one bout of uncontrollable laughter.
5. One lighthouse. It doesn't even have to be functional.
6. One amazing dessert.
7. The learning of at least one new thing that I didn't know before that is really cool.
8. One really good picture of my like, totally, BFF and me.
9. Personal discovery. Is that too deep?
10. Fun!
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]]>It's Monday, and with less than 48 hours to go, we're busy making last-minute preparations. Ali got a car reservation squared away so that we can take a day to go to Martha's Vineyard and a day to check out Cape Cod. But it looks like we're not going to make it to Nantucket...which is unfortunate, because I bet we could come up with some damn good limericks. It looks like we might be looking at rain while we are there, but not 100-degree weather, which would be a worse alternative, in my opinion.
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