Tuesday, April 3, 2007

The cah is parked in Boston

We (the two of us and Minnie) safely arrived to Boston the night before last. We made a pit stop in Schenectady, NY to get oil for Minnie. This was much harder than the first refueling experience in Cleveland. After stopping at four places, we found oil that was decently clean at a Greek/Italian/American restaurant. After telling the owner our plan to use his oil, he told us we were "doing God's work".

Before leaving Schenectady, we changed the veg oil filter, but noticed that we were having trouble accelerating about 40 miles outside of Boston. We had to switch back to biodiesel, most likely due to a clogged filter from less than perfectly filtered oil.

Minnie is no longer a shiny, maroon car but pinkish-white due to flying objects. The guys in the black car from MA did not seem to mind as they drove by giving us many enthusiastic thumbs up.

Boston has a little of everything from the downtown, colleges, shopping areas, quaint, European-like neighborhoods to its history. We headed straight to Faneuil Hall, an urban market, when we arrived to Boston hoping to find fresh fruits and vegetables. What we found were rows of restaurant stalls and large clothing and souvenir stores. So, when given clams, we tried our tastes buds at some of the best clam chowder we ever had.

Just outside of the marketplace was the Freedom Trail - a self-guided tour of several of downtown Boston's most famous areas, all you do is follow the red brick (and paint) path. It is such a clever idea for tourists and locals alike to learn the history of Boston. We passed several historical landmarks such as the Old South Meeting House and Paul Revere's House, but my favorite were the graveyards. They were set right in the middle of the city, surrounded by apartments and businesses and contained so many prominent figures (Benjamin Franklin and Samuel Adams) and also kept the only record of many of the ordinary citizens, women, and children who died early in Boston's history.

We stepped off the Freedom Trail only to find ourselves in Little Italy. The neighborhood was reminiscent of a European neighborhood. The houses are densely packed, the streets are narrow, and neighbors are loudly greeting each other across the street. Our noses led us to bakeries and cheese shops.

After our adventures, we headed back to recuperate and get ready for the next day's exploration.


  1. Flying objects? Elaborate....

    And how about some pictures of the car to illustrate the point.

    Glad to hear the cah is pahked in a in a nice paht of Bahst'n.

  2. Mary was just being nice. It's bird crap and bug guts, ok? Happy now?