Trinity jumped in front of this map and insisted on having her picture taken, because of the almost identical one I took when she was 3.
I've gone ahead and changed this blog title from 'Boston' to 'New England' because more and more of it is not about Boston anymore. This time we started and ended there, but mostly, the couch we slept on in Cambridge just made it easier to get around. It was foggy, misty and/or rainy almost the entire time we were on the east coast, but the important part was we got to see family as well as have some new adventures in some new cities.
Our first night there we basically wandered through the streets doing nothing in particular, aside from wearing hoodies and walking in the rain. I was very happy to be where I was. For one, I missed Boston. It was enough for me to stand in a subway car listening to it's sounds. More importantly, I knew what I had left behind.
They finally finished the big dig!
It was nearly 100˚ in Milwaukee that day. I prefer colder temperatures. I was thankful I had left just in time... and hoped the heat wouldn't follow me. We ended up on the North End. We ate gelato. Trinity had chocolate and I had blueberry. It cost $5 for a small dish. It was cash only. I couldn't figure out which was more preposterous, but a good portion of my savings throughout the year is intended to be spent on ice cream, so I didn't ponder that for too long. Afterwards, we walked and walked, through the rain and puddles. I figured I would throw my jeans, which were now soaked halfway to the knees and were one of only two I brought with me for the week, into the dryer when I got home. But when I got there my sister-in-law informed me that her dryer had broken. So I hung my jeans over the piano, packed my other remaining pair into my backpack for the next day's excursion, and hoped they would dry by the time I got back. We watched TV. We fell asleep.