With all the excitement last week in Boston, Jennifer and I couldn’t help but wonder how our niece Cora was faring down there. She’s at Boston College, studying for her JD (the picture above shows her with Jennifer, from our trip there last US Thanksgiving). Her studies are going quite well — of that we had no doubt! — and the family should see a legal beagle emerging by July, who can practice in the US as well as China.
We were rightly concerned, as she is living only some 2km away, on the other side of the Charles River, from the spot in Watertown where the police took down the Tsarnaev brothers. She hastened to assure us that she was safe. That was a relief, because the authorities had ordered residents in her area to stay inside all day as a safety precaution because of the manhunt.
The trip there last November was quite fascinating. It was the first time there for both of us. Jennifer and Cora took advantage of the Black Friday madness on Thanksgiving night, and did not return until just before 7am Friday morning. I had stayed back, because I prefer to be an early riser, and left shortly after they flopped back into their respective beds to head downtown.
The Green Line on the T was quite efficient. The Prudential Center downtown (just a block or so away from where the bombings would occur this month) was quite impressive, and a walk past the Boston Common through the downtown to the harbour was fresh with lots of great stuff to view. I eventually settled on having lunch around Faneuil Hall, and by that time everyone else had woken up and come down to join me. The lunch itself? In Boston, there are really only three choices: seafood, Irish or Italian, and I chose the last. Good call. Check out Bertucci’s the next time you go.
We left on Saturday, choosing to take our time heading back. Some more shopping, a side trip to Gloucester, spending the night in midstate, and heading into upstate New York the following day and driving through the Adirondacks before getting back into Canada and back home. All of the above is definitely worth doing again, and it just might happen when Jennifer’s mother and sister head over here later this year. It’ll be better if our niece can join us as well, before she takes her new shingle and heads back to the Middle Kingdom this summer.