I’m back on American soil. I have far more to tell about about my trip and many, many more pictures to share, but I wanted to share that my feet are now touching Massuchusetts soil. My husband and our son picked me up at Logan airport, it felt so wonderful to hug and kiss them after my three weeks absence and when we got home I hugged and kissed our daughter real hard. Jack and Lulu ran passed me when I walked in the door to greet my husband, but then they did an about face with a tiny bit of confusion and Jack jumped into my arms and we hugged, well I hugged, Jack wagged and licked. Lulu patiently waited her turn and she got her hugs too. In a word hugs all around.
Share the story of a time you felt unsafe.
The first time that I remember feeling unsafe while traveling was with my sister during the summer we went backpacking through France, Italy and Greece. We had arrived by train into Marseilles, a city that my sister and I had never visited before, we knew of it, but not really, as much as any 17 year old or 20 year old would know of a city. We had a plan of course, my sister and I had friends just outside of Marseilles and we were going to track them down once we had found a hotel. It seemed to be a logical plan at the time. So when we arrived at the train station we disembarked from the train and left the train station and we found ourselves in a very eerie and silent part of the city. There weren’t any women outside, only men and they were looking at us in ways that made us very, very uncomfortable. I had no idea that the train station was located in the Arab quarter of Marseilles and we had to cross it to get to the center of the city where we could find youth hostels and other small hotels. I didn’t show that I was afraid, I took my sister’s hand and we walked up the street towards where I hoped was to be the center of the city, I was looking for avenues, boulevards, people, anything at this point. What I wasn’t aware of at the time was this port city was part of the white slave trade and that young girls went missing occasionally, I’m glad that I wasn’t aware right then and there because I don’t know if I could have maintained my composure but I marched onward with my sister and we found the big avenues and the center of Marseilles. We called our friends and they came to rescue us and we had a happy ending, when our mother found out that we had been roaming in the Arab quarter, ahe almost fainted from fright. We were lucky and we were safe.
Today I had the luxury of spending a few hours in one of my favorite parts of Boston, Boylston Street and Berkeley. The pictures that I took, I took from the steps of the Boston Library. I was in the midst of Copley Square just across the street from the Fairmont Hotel which incidentally offers a chocolate brunch on Sundays, I know because we took the babies there when they were little. The baby girl’s eyes were huge like saucers when she saw the chocolate fountain, she was dipping everything she could find to put in the fountain. That was a fun day.
Anyway, I was really enjoying my time on my perch at the Boston Library, on the top step where I could do people watching and admire the architectural bounty that is all around Boston. I even got to sit next to two lovely French tourists, a mother and her daughter. They were speaking about how European the city of Boston seemed and how lovely it was and they were having a wonderful time. I admit that I was eavesdropping but they didn’t know, I was being very discreet, I didn’t care what they were saying per say, I was simply enjoying the lyrical lilt to their voices.
Boston is such a lovely city, I really recommend visiting.
This last picture is one that my hubby took, he wanted to show me the future house that he wanted for us. It is a beauty. I could see us in our doddering old age enjoying the home and the garden.