Day 10. Think I'll go to Boston

Yes, as the song says... think I'll go to Boston. Boston it is. So we packed up again and bid farewell to the Hotel Sonesta which has been a very nice two night stay. In the early hours of Sunday morning Philadelphia streets were almost deserted as we made our way to Suburban Station to catch the train to the airport. It was running just a few minutes late but we certainly had plenty of time to get there, print our boarding passes, negotiate the maze that is US TSA security and get to the other side. 

It was US Airways today and we knew there was no meal service and that it would be late lunch by the time we hit Boston, so there was only one thing for it. We had to try a traditional Philly Cheesesteak which we took with us to the plane. A smooth flight with a window seat gave a great sense of both the tortured coastline and the immensity of the urban strip that is East Coast USA. Touchdown Boston, bags collected and into a cab and into a nightmare Boston traffic jam. The airport is so close you feel like you should be able to touch the city from it and yet it took over 30 minutes to get there, compliments of roadworks everywhere. But we made it to the Sheraton, and a lovely corner room on the 21st floor with views in two directions. And what is the first thing that we did in Boston. Yep, we found the laundromat, because we really needed to ensure that we had clean clothes for rest of the tour. En route to the laundromat we found St Cecelia's church, located right next to the Berklee School of Music... kind of cool when you realise Cecelia is the patron saint of musicians. Anyhoo, laundry done, we called the tour company and were very disappointed to find out that our tour to Plymouth had been cancelled for tomorrow. Boo hiss and there were no seats on the Lexington and Concord trip. So that meant we just had to tour Boston so we organised tickets on the Hop on Hop Off Trolley bus and headed off to Mass at St Cecelia's. 

After Mass we needed to find a place to eat. Wendy's was across the road but it was a big disappointment, however the Dr Moo Ice creamery around the corner on Boylston was great.  Back to the hotel to try to organise the now clean washing and get some semblance of order into the packing. Arrrgghhh living out of a suitcase is the worst thing about holidays.