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Well, it has been two days since we actually told you anything of value. Guess what? You have to wait some more! HA

just kidding. I suck.

Two days ago we arrived in Boston after a long but beautiful and rainy drive through the likes of New Jersey and Connecticut with a last minute "it's our vacation and we'll do whatever we feel like" jaunt into NYC.

Boston greeted us through the lovely and talented Rachel - I'm telling you, she is a genious - check her out at www.b109.com and you'll see why. Or you could try her business blog www.decenturbanlifestyle.com too.

I think all together Jenn and I have taken like five hundred pictures, so we need to be very picky about what we show you.

Eventually, Jenn is promising over my shoulder, that we will post them on her groovy website-share-a-picture thingamabob.

Oh yeah, back to the trip:
The pedometer I wore yesterday logged 12.9 miles on it (ask our feet - they know!!!) and we would have it no other way. If you ever get to Boston, suck it up and WALK - don't take the T the first day - you'll miss way too much. We saw, well, everything. Harvard - lots of brick and a big mean black wrought iron gate ALL THE WAY AROUND IT. Really, all the way. Several people were nice enough, even though way too many mamsy men were wearing pink Polos. (Jorge, you are the only person we know who has enough testosterone to actually make that look good.)
We also toured MIT, had a moment in a really old (16...?) church, heard faint music from Copley Square, saw Harvard Medical school, walked all over Cambridge, ate the world famous "Chocolate #3 (Dark)" ice cream at Toscanini's, ate dinner at the Cambridge Brew Pub, found my parents old apartment on Beacon Hill, walked Boston Common, tried to get tickets to a Sox game, took pics at the bar that inspired the Cheers series, refused to do a Duck tour (don't ask) and believe it or not MUCH MUCH MORE. (remember, that was only yesterday!)
Today we went to Salem to see witches and we didn't so that kinda sucked. It is a really neat town that hasn't decided if it wants to exploit the witch thing or be all historic-cool. This makes for a boring day unless you have an extra $50 bucks to spend on all the museums that you could walk through. There was, however, a REALLY hot garbage man, and that somehow makes up for a lot of it.
Tonight we had the wonderful experience of the North End, which is Boston's Little Italy. I love it here, I am moving here next month. Not really, but hey, it never hurts to dream. We saw the US Coast Guard base that my Dad was stationed at when he met my Mom. COOL STORY ALERT! COOL STORY ALERT!
I was walking down by the pier and this guy yelled at me through the fence, and it was this firefighter lieutenant who was kickin' it on the pier because that is where his station got plopped when their house is being renovated. I told him what I was doing and he invited Jenn, Rachel and I inside the "firehouse" to get a better view of the pier next door- which is the USCG. He asked me not to tell his name, so I won't, but not only was he super friendly and helpful, he was photographer extradanaire and took loads of shots for us. My personal favorite is the one where I am sitting on Anthony's Harley with him. Anthony- you are my hero, and I want you to know that you are hotter than my roomate Dan even though he looks like you. You definatly win. Ed is the super rad guy in the photo with us in front of the Boston Firetruck - Ed is cool because he can drive a firetruck in his sleep - LITERALLY! Ed, you are a precious gem of a man - we loved your personality and your stories!
Last but not least, Mr. YouKnowWhoYouAre, thanks for everything you did for us. As for me - you made my night. It was so special to me that you would care enough and be nice enough to help me out. Your charm and grace are still warming my heart.
Thanks men for protecting the streets of Boston.

Mike's Pastries topped off the night - that put me over the fat edge - I am so full I might pu..... well - nevermind.

Walden Pond awaits us tomorrow and so does seeing a friend of Rachel's play Blues Harmionica (groovy baby!) We will write again soon, probably when we get to Cooperstown on Monday. We love you but honestly don't really miss you. (I got Jenn's permission to say that.)