Bringing it to Beantown

After six weeks of taking care of myself - oblivious to my unkempt appearance and the mysterious odor being emitted from my closet - living on eggs, breakfast cereal and bananas - and apparently determined to test the boundaries of what is truly defined as 'cooking' - Jennifer finally arrived in New York to clean me up for the final week of my internship.

Strangely parrelling visitors to South Bend - our first order of business was to plan a trip out of New York - and thus we were off to Boston within days of Jen's arrival to visit some friends - and for Jen to see this beautiful city for the first time. Therefore - after spending Friday with Jen's brother and his wife - and eating and drinking at places we would normally be barely able to afford to use their restrooms - we were on an early morning bus to Boston - and a visit to the city of Sam Malone and Cheers, and more American history than you can poke a stick at -

With perfect weather we set about exploring the city by foot - spending Saturday evening walking with no map and no plans - and enjoying the less chaotic atmosphere of Boston. Sunday morning we set about avoiding any form of American history - beginning the day with a beer at Cheers - then a trip to Harvard to '...see what smart people look like...'. Finally - we embarked on the famous Freedom Trail - 3 miles of history and a preview of the US citizenship exam. After tackling nearly an hour of historic sites - and attempting to walk inconspicuously behind a paid tour - we came across a pastry shop known for its killer canoles. It was worth the walk and the history - as these things were amazing - a chocolate mousse filling with chocolate chips and the ends dipped in dark chocolate - worth the trip to Boston alone! Then Sunday night we were back on the greyhound - ready for our final week in the Big Apple.

Pictured: Some would say a requirement for living in New York...&...the beautiful Boston Common.