You Cruel, Heartless Bastards

Look at these people. Enjoying themselves, throwing away all that tea.

All I can hope is that it was Lipton. AND ONE DAY WE WILL COME FOR OUR BACK TAXES, COLONIALS.

Anyway, this might be my last week coming up to Boston, and it’s certainly my last visit of 2014, so I thought I would stay an extra day and get to wander around the city during the day-time (which I last did in February). 15 miles of walking later, my feet are regretting that decision. Still, I wandered around the tourist haunts that I last saw over a decade ago - Quincy Market, the Freedom Trail, various bits of MIT and Harvard, lots of different parts of the T (this time, I think I got a full set of colours!), along with a bizarre visit to Pret A Manger in downtown.

(it’s a bit pared-down from a UK Pret, and the Christmas Sandwich has suffered the twin heresy of being renamed the Holiday Lunch and having all the Proper British Stuffing replaced with American cornbread stuffing and turkey ‘gravy’. On the other hand, they do sell bacon mac ’n’ cheese)

Somewhere around mile 8 or 9, after wandering around an interesting five-level vintage market where the building shook constantly from the building outside (smashing several glass shelves as I was walking along!), my feet decided that they were not entirely happy with the day’s planned activities, especially seeing that I was still several miles away from where I was staying. Eventually, I made it back to the T, and had a quiet evening around Harvard Square and an Indian restaurant in Somerville.

Today, I’m back in Waltham, and for some reason, I’ve been given a suite! Not one, but two TVs! Couches, glass bricks dividing it into two rooms, and all sorts of fancy things. It’s a bit wasted on me this week, but hey, if anybody wants a party in Waltham, I appear to have a venue!