This last weekend Svet and I were both in Boston. I presented at a conference and Svet had work and a conference there this week. I flew in on Friday in the middle of the man-hunt. I guess I was lucky, and flew in right after they lifted the taxi ban. I've never been to Boston but if I was to judge it from Friday's experience I would have thought it was a post-apocalyptic town inhabited only by CNN TV personalities and bored Westin guests.
Nothing was open so even if one wanted to be brave and go out there was nothing to do except wonder around the streets and watch various news networks try and sensationalize the current situation as much as possible. It did get exciting that evening when the man checked his boat. I watched it all from the safety of my hotel room but could see the procession of cop cars lights across the river. It was a little eery to see the blast site from my hotel room. Svet showed up Saturday after most of the excitement was over.
Sunday I presented at my conference, Svet attended a few sessions and learned more about lactation than he ever wanted to know. Saturday night we caught up with Tina, a friend from Michigan and Atlanta before she landed in Boston. We found an amazing Cambodian restaurant, sadly it was lacking in Cambodians but the food was great. Sunday night we made Kara, another Michigan friend break the Sabbath with us to eat at a delicious restaurant called GasLight. Sadly we didn't get any pictures of people just a city scape and a picture of the Public Gardens.
