
I'm back from my brief vacation in Boston & Maine. I woke up early Saturday morning on plane that was landing at Logan Airport. I met my parents at Wonderland and then we went to Mike's Pastry in the North End (Italian District) and got some chocolate-chip cannolis. Mmmm. Then we took a walk through Boston. It's amazing how much the city has changed since the last time I was there. The Big Dig is almost complete. There used to be an elevated interstate that ran through the middle of the city and now it's completely underground. We went to the Red Sox game at Fenway Park that afternoon. Boston ended up losing to Seattle 4-3, but it was a good game. Even though it was a little chilly. And I got a little surprise before the game started: Claudio Reyna, the captain of the United States Men's National Soccer Team, threw out the first pitch! After the game we went back to the North End to meet my friend Kristin and have dinner at The Daily Catch, an italian seafood restaurant that seats only about a dozen people and serves you your dinner on the pan they cooked it with. No plates. Mmmm. Then we drove home to Maine.
On Sunday, I went to see the house my parents just bought in Livermore, Maine and then we went to my grandparents house for Maine lobsters and clams. Sunday was also a big day for auto racing. We watched some of the three big races: The Indy 500, the NASCAR Coca-Cola 600, and the Formula 1 European Grand Prix.
Monday wasn't quite as pleasant. I left my parents house at 10am for Portland where I caught a bus to Logan Airport in Boston. When I got to Logan I found out the first leg of my trip, a flight to Atlanta, had been delayed because of weather in Atlanta. However, there was another flight to Atlanta that was leaving... strange. I was able to catch the earlier flight and made it to Atlanta on time. The weather was beautiful there. Hmmm. Then I checked the monitors to see that my flight to Los Angeles was delayed... because of weather in the Northeast! I just came from the Northeast! The weather was fine! Not only was my plane late, but so were the pilots and the flight attendants. So when the plane finally arrived, we couldn't leave because our crew hadn't arrived. Several hours later we finally took off. I got to know the Atlanta airport very well. I finally got home around 2:30am today... 19 1/2 hours after I left my parents house in Maine. Why is flying always so difficult?
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