Outside I hear the roar of fireworks celebrating the Fourth. It seems some folks have decided quite literally right at midnight. That is okay though.
I'm tuckered out from today's adventures, but they were much better than yesterday's which were mostly spent at the Detroit airport (quick shout out to KK for the ride to O'Hare). Jetted off from Chicago and arrived in Detroit shortly after 12:30 pm but my original flight was quickly delayed from 4:00 pm until almost 6 pm. Then we spent about 35 minutes on the tarmac for an unknown reason all the while a strange and mysterious vapor began coming from the wall panels. No explanations from Delta. They decided to remain mum. But that is okay--I've decided corporate airlines aren't for me. Except Southwest. They just feel different---and they actually get me places on time. With humor. Gotta love that!
So anywhoo, today we set off for a brunch in the Jamaica Plain part of the city (also referred to as J.P.). We ate at Dogwood Cafe were I got a very tasty breakfast pizza. After brunch we walked around J.P. and checked out some fun thrift stores before rocking back over to the orange line T (for train I discovered). The trains are also color-coded by car so you can quickly tell which line it is just in case you are really confused. We arrived at the Pru, or Prudential Center with hopes of a Boston Duck Tour but unfortunately they were sold out for the day so we explored some of the stores in this vast area.
I had to get a Dunkin Donuts fix since it seems they are around just about every corner and before long Sarah and I were on our way to the Boston Museum of Fine Art. Fortunately they had just begun a Chuchily exhibit which was beautiful. I love his work---very organic and super colorful.
Green line to Red line and off at Harvard Square we were to tour through some of the grounds of Harvard. How inspiring for someone like me in student affairs to see Harvard. It was my little higher ed. mecca of my career. The buildings were gorgeous--which was to be expected. We landed at a wonderful Mexican joint with great atmosphere called Border Cafe right inside Harvard Square but both Sarah and I were stuffed still from a late brunch so most of those empenadas came home with me.
We wandered around for a bit longer before deciding to head back but one missed bus presented a nice opportunity to stretch my legs for a 2.5 mile walk through Malden, the burb Sarah lives in ---and quality catchup time.
On tomorrow's docket: finding some quality chowda!



