Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Day trip to Boston

The other night right before bed I went out to smoke my last cigarette for the night and low and behold I found a snail. Since we don't have these in Denver, I got really excited and called Zoey out. Snails are really a big deal to that girl. She even got one tattooed on her. It was really cool to see how excited she got from just one little creature. The snail was pretty cool though. It slimed its way all over Zoeys hand and was over all very curious about what was happening to it. I do believe we took it as a sign of good luck, since it didn't hide in it's shell like a coward.
The next morning we got up early and headed down to the beach, just the two of us. I think it is so funny the way I act around new things that I have never seen before. Much like a kid. Camera in one hand and the other holding me up as I slip and slide on wet seaweed covered rocks, snapping pictures of everything that I see. I noticed that the seagulls were swooping down into the water and bringing back something to the shore. Like a jerk I ran after one making him drop his treasure. A crab. Poor thing had a bite taken out of it. On it's last leg I thought he was looking at me begging for some kind of help. So I did my best and took some pictures of him and with a mighty toss, back to the sea little guy. Zoey wasn't too happy about that. Hmmm. The Atlantic coast I hear is different from the Pacific because it's more rocky and harsh. We are still waiting for summer to really begin. There has been lots of rain and it's been cloudy a lot of the time since we have been here. It has been a lot colder than I thought it would be too. 50's to 60's. The water is way to cold to go into right now. The wind makes the air even colder. The Air out here smells so neat out here. Must be all the salt, or just the way the ocean smells. I like it.
After that we hopped on a train headed to Boston, this time with money. We finally got a chance to eat at the World Famous Pizzeria Regina. Not too bad. The crust was a little on the thin side. But not too bad. Didn't really hang out in Boston too much, we crossed the Charles river to Cambridge.
Cambridge is pretty hip. That's where M.I.T and Harvard are. Lots of rich people, but since the schools cost so much, there were broke kids like us running around. We checked out a couple of thrift sores hoping that there would be some real catches out there. But no. The picture above are dorms on the M.I.T.. I really liked the campus at M.I.T.. There was a cool museum I wanted to check out... Maybe tomorrow.
We found a really great bike shop called Cambridge Cycles. This place had Zoey and I drooling. We found bikes that Denver has yet to see. Watch out for the new Langster Saniego. Saw some Belt driven bikes. No lube needed. Last forever. They had some of the most amazing cycling caps that are locally made and have silk screening by hand. I think were going back tomorrow to get Zoey one. After that we did our normal thing, ice cream and the park. Sorry Sweet Action, found some better. We ended up catching the "t" (the subway) back to Boston and walked through the Boston Common. Found the public gardens there. The gardens are becoming one of my favorite things to see in city's. So peacefully. After that we just headed back to Marblehead.
To day I got to get on a bike for the first time in two weeks. John took us around Marblehead and out to Marblehead neck. Kind of a causeway, or a peninsula I think. That's the lighthouse out there. And the video is the whole view. Sorry about the quality. We found this awesome grave yard that had tomb stones from the late 1600's very cool. I have a bunch of these pictures Rob, you will like them.
Other than that, I just finished "Lila Says" by Chimo. That is the second book that I have read since I left Denver. Most of you know that is more reading than I have done in five years. Maybe Denver is to high in elevation for me to read. The other book I read was "Invisible Monster" by Chuck Palahanuik. Both very good. Thanks for reading folks. You give me a reason to write.