Honeymoon 6: You Said Y'all & Hahvahd Squayah

Neither one of us felt like getting out of bed this morning. The combination of feeling mattress wires and unsupportive feather pillows has gotten the best of us and we're not sleeping well. We moved really slowly and beat our check out time by about 20 minutes.

Once again canoeing got passed over.

In the elevator on the way down I heard a woman say “y'all,” and I couldn't let it go unremarkably. I touched her on the shoulder and excitedly said, "You said y'all!"

"Why yes." she said sounding like a typical old-money southern woman (think Paula Deen). They were from South Carolina, and one of them went to UGA years ago. I said, "Y'all have a safe trip home," emphasizing the y'all.

We grabbed some Dunkin’ Donuts (they have them on every corner up here, even the tiny towns) and continued on to Boston, hoping the GPS wouldn't steer us wrong. The city played a cruel joke on us. Just as we exited I-95 the roads clogged and the bottom dropped out of the black clouds. Visibility was maybe 10 feet, and the windshield wipers of our poorly designed box of a car couldn't keep up. We finally limped into the hotel like wet dogs and checked in. We hurried to haul our bags to the room before the bellmen valet parked the car for a $35 a day fee.

We did better negotiating our way back to the airport than we did leaving it (after looking at a map we saw we had ended up very east in Boston instead of heading north to Maine). After dropping off the car we asked a few people the finally figured out Boston’s mass transportation system. Get it? Mass. transport. It's quite a walk from the nearest subway station, so I was drenched with sweat. We made a few wrong turns and agreed that we'd either take a cab to the airport or at least to the subway station Monday.

Back at the hotel we relaxed and I showered before we headed to dinner. Our concierge was foreign (probably an MIT student) and just showed us a binder of restaurants. We elected to take a cab to Harvard Square and pick a restaurant there. We chose some burger place that was pretty cheap. There was an eclectic mix of patrons varying from students to blue collar workers to families. We walked around, bought a Sox t-shirt and a cap and then went to a newsstand. I bought a USA Today, Spin, and Rolling Stone and plan to read them tonight. It’s funny how I get more into reading when I'm on the road.

Tomorrow looks like the only decent weather, so we're going to walk the Freedom Trail to see famous historical spots like Revere's ride. Meg and I don't do well with big cities, so we'll see if things improve tomorrow.