Candlewood Suites - Boston Braintree
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... to find a spot at the library and got quite some studying done. Every academic building on campus has study areas and lounges, which I think is wonderful. Not only will you not be distracted by your roommate, but also are these benches and couches a lot nicer than the wooden chair behind my desk. When all my work was done after a few hours of silence and concentration, I went downtown with friends to have dinner at Uburger before going to the ...
... accident involving multiple vehicles. Vehicles have been stuck for hours with some people even playing an impromptu game of cricket on the hard shoulder, very British! We decide to drive across South West London & Surrey, a journey that should take about 90 minutes. But with thousands of other vehicles avoiding the M25 doing the same thing, we soon hit congestion at Ewell, which sees us crawl from there to Tolworth, Esher and finally Kingston. Kingston ...
... not entirely sure that’s the most appropriate phrasing, but we’ll roll with it) and my Boston guide book. Tourist? Me? Nope. After getting horrifically lost and soaked around Chinatown I managed to find the hostel. Most possibly one of the best hostels I have ever stayed in – private showers you say? Oh yes. No struggling into clothing while trying to keep your towel up and not flashing the other ten people in the shower who are trying to do exactly the same as you ...
For those of you who cared, it was Mexican and it was so-so last night. But that was yesterday, let's talk today.
I got up early to try to get the trifecta again...three Presidential gravesites in one day. This should be pretty easy, they are all within an hour's drive of Albany where I stayed last night. Free breakfast and on my way.
First up, Chester A. Arthur. Arthur was the 21st President of the US. He was a lawyer in NY ...
... little empty dishes they'd just put down, whisked them away, unused) and food that was full of exotic combinations. Laura ordered champagne, and we all toasted the woman of the hour. Leah beamed. It was so clearly Her Day.
Jerry and I walked back to our hotel in a light rain, reminiscing about Leah knocking at our door 18 years ago, a sprightly four-year-old in a yellow porpose t-shirt, holding a ...