Welcome to Beantown
On Saturday morning Hassan and I packed our suitcases, herded the cats into their special Delta kitty carriers, and said good-bye to Atlanta. Atlanta has been good to me, but I took the best parts of it with me. One sat next to me on the plane, and the other two hunkered down under the seats in front of us. The cats held up surprisingly well on the plane, although Heffalump had other ideas about the best way to get to Boston.
Our new roommate, Corin, picked us up from the airport and her friend lent us an air mattress to use until our stuff gets here on Tuesday. I am glad our roomie is such a nice person. She told us on the way home from the airport that there was a street festival called Wake Up the Earth happening in our neighborhood, so once we got the cats set up we headed out to see the sights. The festival was nice, but we were too tired and not ready for crowds to stick around long. Instead we walked down the Southwest Corridor Park to the Forest Hills T stop, and then up South St to Centre St to explore the main business district of Jamaica Plain, the area of Boston we live in now. We stopped for dinner at Ghazal, a great Indian restaurant on Centre st and then walked home.
On Sunday we planned to walk the entire Emerald Necklace park from Jamaica Plain to the Boston Commons, but it was almost 90 degrees so when we got to Brookline we hopped on the T. Unfortunately the T car that we were on broke down so we got off at Copley and walked up through the Back Bay, gawking at beautiful old brownstones, to the Charles River. We walked along the Esplanade to the Charles MGH station, got back on the T to Harvard Square to go to the Harvard May Festival, where we met up with Theater John briefly. Along the way, we took
This is Jamaica Pond, the most convincing argument for staying in Jamaica Plain when we move again in August.
A turtle sunning at Jamaica Pond.
I think I found my new reading tree.
Hassan and I in front of the Charles River.
Our new roommate, Corin, picked us up from the airport and her friend lent us an air mattress to use until our stuff gets here on Tuesday. I am glad our roomie is such a nice person. She told us on the way home from the airport that there was a street festival called Wake Up the Earth happening in our neighborhood, so once we got the cats set up we headed out to see the sights. The festival was nice, but we were too tired and not ready for crowds to stick around long. Instead we walked down the Southwest Corridor Park to the Forest Hills T stop, and then up South St to Centre St to explore the main business district of Jamaica Plain, the area of Boston we live in now. We stopped for dinner at Ghazal, a great Indian restaurant on Centre st and then walked home.
On Sunday we planned to walk the entire Emerald Necklace park from Jamaica Plain to the Boston Commons, but it was almost 90 degrees so when we got to Brookline we hopped on the T. Unfortunately the T car that we were on broke down so we got off at Copley and walked up through the Back Bay, gawking at beautiful old brownstones, to the Charles River. We walked along the Esplanade to the Charles MGH station, got back on the T to Harvard Square to go to the Harvard May Festival, where we met up with Theater John briefly. Along the way, we took
This is Jamaica Pond, the most convincing argument for staying in Jamaica Plain when we move again in August.
A turtle sunning at Jamaica Pond.
I think I found my new reading tree.
Hassan and I in front of the Charles River.