This morning we woke up at 5:30 am. Our bus to Boston was scheduled to leave at 7am but the Greyhound website cautioned travelers to arrive an hour prior to departure. They give away your seats if you aren't there. Needless to say, we boogied on down to the subway.
It was chilly and rainy and dark in New York that morning.
It was chilly and rainy and dark in Boston all day. lol
We slept about 90% of the way, having gotten very little sleep the night before. I did see some scenery along the way. Jen and I were excited to be traveling in that part of the country during the fall. We were jazzed about getting to see the leaves changing from green to gold and yellow. But with the rain, any photos we would have taken, wouldn't have come out good, Oh, and we couldn't exactly ask the bus driver to stop for 2 seconds so we could take a picture, I don't think he would have done so.
I made it to Boston in the fall! Eat your heart out Veggie Tales!
Did I mention that it was cold and rainy that day?
Below are the pictures of us following the Freedom Trail. I loved it!
Public Garden
Walking the Freedom Trail
State House
Park Street Church
Granary Burying Ground
Jen and Benjamin Franklin
We made a slight detour while we waited for the rain to ease up. We stopped in some stores that we don't have here in Texas. Marshalls, TJ Maxx and Payless. *notice the sarcasm* But like always, I found something I could not live without. The idea to stop was so we could dry out and warm up a bit. That didn't work. By the time we left the stores, the wind had also joined forces with the rain and the cold. Niiiiice.
Quincy Market
My wonderful dinner, clam chowder!
Paul Revere's House
Paul Revere Monument
"Fallen Soldier" Memorial
We hurried to the next stop on the Freedom Trail, Quincy Market, for brunch. The bowl of clam chowder that Jen scarfed down and I took my time with (lol) was wonderful! It definitely hit the spot! Lyda decided to stay at the market place while Jen and I braved the harsh conditions of the day. (dumb move on our part, lol) I really wanted to make the whole trail but when we got to Zakim Bridge (aren't I good?) crossing the Charles River Basin and saw the Bunker Hill Monument in the distance, we changed our minds on making it the whole way. I really wanted to see the USS Constitution, though, so we walked to Charleston Navy Yard. By the time we got to the docks, the ship was closed (closed at 4pm) so we went to the Museum to dry out (literally!) and walk around for a bit. After somewhat drying our skirts, scarves, gloves and hats under the automatic dryers in the bathroom, we checked out the rest of the Museum. It was very informative and super kid friendly! Jen and I plan on taking our *cough, cough* children there in about 20 years or so. (we figure we may get married in another decade or so, and possibly have kids the following decade, lololol! Right Jen?!)
USS Constitution
I failed.
Bunker Hill Monument (this was as close we wanted to get!)
Anyhoo. We don our winter gear yet again and face the long trek back to retrieve our missing compadre, We decided to take a shortcut and made it back in a relatively short time.
Quincy Market at night
After meeting Lyda, we continued on to the bus terminal and caught a sooner bus back that we planned. That was the most...lively bus ride I have ever taken! Oh. My. Word. It actually started before we even got on the bus. A loud woman and her autistic child attracted the attention of everyone (no lie) in the terminal. First of all, the lady was so loud that at first we thought she was the announcer lady on the speaker. Nope. she was just gifted with an extraoidinary set of lungs that she used to speak to the child. Seated right next to her on the floor. Where is CPS when you need them? The child/animal was crawling/leaping all over their section of the terminal, pretending she was a "kitty" and eating her stuffed animal from off the floor. I guess she was a carnivorous kitty that understood English and knew how to talk on the phone (she would leap up into a payphone booth until her mother screamed for her to get down. After yelling at the child, trying to call her back, Mom finally learned that unless she called the child "Kitty", she wouldn't obey. Yeah, they made a nice, distracting side show while we waited on our bus.
Which was NOTHING compared to the show on the bus itself.
Everything was relatively normal for an hour or so. An older, male passenger seated in the row behind us was loud and friendly. He also stunk. Apparently he'd been traveling for 2 days already heading to Jacksonville to meet his buddy. After we made a short stop at a Sbarro's along the way, Mr. Hobo asked the man behind me if he would switch seats with him. They were seated across the aisle from each other. Seated in between them was a woman who giggled at everything Mr. Hobo said and shared her fries with him. The man said, "No, I'd rather not." Mr. Hobo asked why and the guy repeated, "I'd just rather not." When we were nearing New York City, that's when the drama started. I had my head phones on listening to Hawaiian music, in my own zone, when I noticed my neighbor shaking her head and rolling her eyes at me. Not wanting to miss anything (and instantly knowing who was responsible for her irritation), I took my headphones off. And cracked up. The two men were going back and forth, cussing each other out. My neighbor called them "The Rednecks". Apparently, Mr. Hobo got his feelings hurt when the other guy wouldn't "let him sit next to his girlfriend"! They went back and forth for a good 10 minutes over this. It was like being back in 6th grade! And there was a chorus of singers at the back of the bus while all this was going on. According to the lady next to me, they were singing a Prince song. I don't know what song it was but I know they sounded awful. lol I got my cell out and texted a couple people because I just had to share the moment! My neighbor confessed that she was going the same thing! I could hear Jen and Lyda cracking up across the aisle. At least we had something else to concentrate on, other than how awful Mr. Hobo smelled. Ugh.
We were slightly disappointed because there was no fight after we got off the bus. I guess one of them chickened out. lol
So, we got on the subway, headed back home, and fell into bed. Warm and dry at last!
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