Weekend away.

This week I was so determined to get this blog in on time, but just as I started writing it, my computer broke down. After eating up a large chunk of my savings I have it working and am ready to write again!

Last week was a really good week I think, the girls are happy and loving camp and are sad that it will be over on Friday, but it made for an easy week where work was concerned. On Saturday morning -not so bright and- early I caught a taxi which took me to the city where I could then catch a coach up to Boston.
This journey taught me many things.
1. I don't like pretzel m&ms but yet I buy them and eat them every time I go to NYC, what's up with that?!
2. If you are going to get somewhere early, that doesn't mean you have loads of time to waste mucking about, just get to where you need to go first, then see if you can waste the time when you are already in the location.
3. 4 hours on a bus is a VERY long time.
4. American's don't seem to like talking to strangers.
5. Boston is lovely.
6. There is a very fine line between friends and family.

4.30am Saturday 13th
 Alarm goes off, after walking around like the living dead for a while I somehow managed to get dressed, packed, book a cab and be out of the house ready and waiting for Taxi by 5.25am, just to have the guy arrive 15 mins late.
6am
Still not quite awake I find myself in front of the vending machine dispensing my pretzel m&ms and sour skittles. I walk along the platform eating these almost frozen candies grimacing at the salty taste mixed with chocolate (the skittles are for the way home) wondering, why do I buy these? But I do, every time. Shortly after, I board the train and off I go.
6.45am
I start walking from grand central to 8th Av, along the way I see a shop I want to take a photo of, after 10 mins of assembling my camera, I find I have left my SD card at home.
7.30am
Why am I standing outside Pen station?
7.40am
"Cab please"...."Port authority bus terminal"
"$5"
*paid driver*
*3 mins later, including being stopped at 2 red lights*
"Here we are, I hope you catch your bus!"
>.<

8.10am
I sit down on these ridiculously short seats next to a guy, who seems pretty interesting, maybe he will talk to me? That is usually what happens when I end up sitting next to someone on the bus to London.

8.11am
Here begins the 4 hours of silence, and this is repeated on the journey home. 4 hours doing absolutely NOTHING.

12.15am
I find my friend, and suddenly the last 10 years wash away and it feels like it was no time at all since I last saw him.

The rest of the weekend was lovely, it is so nice spending time with people you are so familiar with, being able to talk about friends and family and for the most part, know who the other was talking about.
He took me to see many places in Boston which were beautiful, and the air was so clean! We went for a meal with his lovely partner and all went back to his place to relax. The next day we visited Salem and I was able to see all the things I saw 10 years prior to my visit and actually understand what went on, rather than just believe it was some fairy tale.

So all in all a pretty amazing week!

A guy accused of being a witch.

Cool tree in Salem

Stickers from the museum

Witch

World trade centre.