July 20: Boston
Once again, my friends, I am on the way, this time to Boston, Massachusetts. The last time I visited Marthe and Josh was 2011, I believe, so it was high time to redress the situation. Also in the wings was a long-awaited visit to Holdnerness, New Hampshire to see friend and former hiking companion Hilde Sandersen, who spends part of her year in a house on Lake Squam, and the other half in Florida.
An airport shuttle picked me up from Hart’s house and drove me to DFW to catch a flight around 7:30 a.m. That American Airlines flight departed on time and ended up arriving early at New York’s LaGuardia Airport. However, as I checked my iPhone on the way off the plane, I noticed that my next flight to Logan, scheduled for 1:00 p.m., had been canceled, and that I was neither transferred to the 2:00 p.m. or 3:00 p.m.flights, but to the 4:00 p.m. flight. In other words, a 3.5-hour wait. I decided to take it in stride, so I bought a bento box of cheeses, crackers; dates, dried apricots, and grapes. Then I settled down to write e-mails, answer correspondence, and read. Finally, we boarded and I had a window seat, from which I had a splendid view of the earth below. It is always thrilling to land at Logan, since you fly over water until just a few seconds before landing!
Beautiful day, with temperatures in the mid-70s, and Marthe and I connected at Passenger Pickup 2, from where we sped north of Boston and arrived at her and Josh’s home in S. Hamilton, located on the North Shore of Massachusetts and providing easy access to the Atlantic seashores with its beaches and boating. The town includes many historic houses, pastoral landscapes, and old stone walls that accompany winding tree-lined roads. It also has a rich equestrian heritage.
Josh had put together a wonderful supper for the evening, from a restaurant called Sofra, in Sommerville, Massachusetts: carrot kibbeh, Cousa squash lamb dolmas, and chicken couscous. For dessert we had poppy seed cake with lemon icing created by Marthe and her granddaughter Norah Jacobberger, daughter of Sarah, her daughter, and Dean, her son-in-law. A fine late afternoon, we walked in their garden afternoon, observing and admiring clematis and globe thistle. As 9:00 p.m.came along, I was tired, as I had been up since 3:45 a.m. Good night, and more tomorrow! As ever, Sylvia
An airport shuttle picked me up from Hart’s house and drove me to DFW to catch a flight around 7:30 a.m. That American Airlines flight departed on time and ended up arriving early at New York’s LaGuardia Airport. However, as I checked my iPhone on the way off the plane, I noticed that my next flight to Logan, scheduled for 1:00 p.m., had been canceled, and that I was neither transferred to the 2:00 p.m. or 3:00 p.m.flights, but to the 4:00 p.m. flight. In other words, a 3.5-hour wait. I decided to take it in stride, so I bought a bento box of cheeses, crackers; dates, dried apricots, and grapes. Then I settled down to write e-mails, answer correspondence, and read. Finally, we boarded and I had a window seat, from which I had a splendid view of the earth below. It is always thrilling to land at Logan, since you fly over water until just a few seconds before landing!
Beautiful day, with temperatures in the mid-70s, and Marthe and I connected at Passenger Pickup 2, from where we sped north of Boston and arrived at her and Josh’s home in S. Hamilton, located on the North Shore of Massachusetts and providing easy access to the Atlantic seashores with its beaches and boating. The town includes many historic houses, pastoral landscapes, and old stone walls that accompany winding tree-lined roads. It also has a rich equestrian heritage.
Josh had put together a wonderful supper for the evening, from a restaurant called Sofra, in Sommerville, Massachusetts: carrot kibbeh, Cousa squash lamb dolmas, and chicken couscous. For dessert we had poppy seed cake with lemon icing created by Marthe and her granddaughter Norah Jacobberger, daughter of Sarah, her daughter, and Dean, her son-in-law. A fine late afternoon, we walked in their garden afternoon, observing and admiring clematis and globe thistle. As 9:00 p.m.came along, I was tired, as I had been up since 3:45 a.m. Good night, and more tomorrow! As ever, Sylvia
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