Boston

So, we've been to Boston a few times this year to visit Daddy P's brother, but this was the first time since I was 10 that we did sightseeing. It was really fun! We walked the freedom trail one day, ate some good good seafood, went to a Red Sox game... very fun. The Red Sox game was an experience. You know those stereotypical thick Boston accents? Think of a male's version that is thick and guttural, and then imagine it coming out of the mouth of a 15 year old peanut vendor in the stands. It was wild. I couldn't get over it. So, we watched a few innings from our old wooden seats while eating clam chowder. Then, about the same time that my feet became numb from the cold, we left.



The freedom trail was really neat. Daddy P bought a little tour book from the visitor's center and read to us along the way to keep us educated. We even caught a re-enactment out at Bunker Hill. We also climbed all 290 something stairs; something that would have been easy five months ago, but suddenly had me stopping ever 30 stairs to breathe. Cletus is really not a big help in the stair climbing department.