back from bostonia
i'm back from boston! back from a lovely, perfect new england weekend! back from spending time with dear friends, some of whom i haven't seen in a year and a half! back from eating clam chowder and italian food in the north end! back from wandering around taking pictures of beautiful foliage! back to...rainy d.c. and work. oh well. anyway, excuse my absence. and excuse any future absences as i decide to move permanently to boston because i just loved it so goddamn much. of course, the pefect fall weather and excellent company had something to do with it, so i'm probably looking at the city through rose-colored glasses, but it was still wonderful. a few pics behind the cut, along with some more commentary...
this weekend was about, more than anything, hanging out with cynthia, claire, carla, christy, natania and (in a wonderful, unexpected surprise) danielle. these were the girls i worked with and lived with while at the american school of milan. living in italy is a pretty amazing thing, but living in italy with these people was beyond awesome. we lived together well, we traveled together well, we worked together well, we drank wine together well. finding that combination in several people is indeed a rare thing.
saturday was basically spent tooling around boston and cambridge. claire goes to harvard grad school for landscape architecture, so she showed us around campus and cambridge:
oops. you know what, i am using flickr for the first time to store my photos, and while i love it, i cannot figure out how to make images show up here. so here's a link to claire standing in front of the harvard design school.
some more harvard/cambridge pics.
i also went a little crazy with photos of the charles river.
post-brunch at daedalus, we took the T to boston, where walked around beacon hill (and saw what is apparently john kerry's house), the public gardens, up newbury street, and to the top of the prudential building, where we took in the views and had $12 martinis.
for dinner that night, we were intent on having as close to an italian experience as possible, so we went to the north end, where we dined at the superb pomodoro and had canolis from mike's pastry. so good. then we wandered around faneuil hall/quincy market area, watching depressed, drunk sox fans.
the next day danielle and natania headed back to new york, while carla, cynthia, claire and i headed up to salem, where carla lives. ooh. salem. near halloween. it was about as freaky and ridiculous as you would expect. everyone was wearing costumes, there were witchy people everywhere, and we agreed that salem must have the highest concentration of goth kids in the country. it was wonderfully halloween-y, and basically the cutest little new england town. we visited this creepy graveyard and the spot where the witches were hanged and had clam chowder. ahh. i love new england. though i'd never spent a significant amount of time in boston before, i used to spend a chunk of every summer in rockport, ma., where my grandparents lived before they passed away. and it was the dearest little town. i think i want to become, like, a nun or something and move to a little new england town. well, not a nun. more like a freelance writer or professional salem witch. but i love new england. i wish there was a grad school i was interested up in mass, because i'd go there in a second.
anyway, if you want to see the full range of my pictures in a slideshow (without my trademark commentary), then hit it up here. yay boston. yay italy friends. we're already planning another reunion in nyc :)

Comments
What! Kerry's house is not in the French tradition! I don't buy it.
ahhh...I love Boston. It's my favorite city, even though I've only been once.
My father's from Boston. I love visiting. The name of my blog is the name of the street my dad grew up on in South Weymouth.
I stayed there during one sabbatical thinking I would move there permanently. I would stay at our cottage in Marion on the weekdays and switch to the city during the weekends when my relatives would want to use the cottage. Then it got cold. And I realized why my father left. It's very, very damn cold and for a boy who grew up in the low country of NE FL, it's just not compatible. It's not natural. Humans were not made to live in that climate. I love to visit, wear some snow boots and all that for like a day or two, but the only time I'd want to live there is between May and September.
But really, Boston is a lovely city, no doubt.--s
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