Massachusetts Whirlwind

Returning the car, catching an early morning flight to Boston, helping the taxi driver find our destination, and settling in to share Sally and Isaac’s apartment all combined to make the day feel a little over packed. It’s not particularly small for an inner suburban apartment and I reckon houses three quite nicely, but with seven it all felt a bit cramped to start with. Not to worry, we had a plan. But I shan’t proceed without a baby photo.


Lucy is only a few months old and still a bit unpredictable with her sleep, so Sally and Isaac were very hospitable (bonkers?) to put us up for a week. I don’t remember much of those first couple of days, but it felt like a whirlwind. I was pleased to crash into a comfortable bed each night, and to chat with old friends in the morning – without leaving the house. We explored the lake across the road, swishing through leaves, collecting acorns and admiring geese, ducks and swans.

We started to get used to the T transit system, and got brave enough for Elise to go home one afternon with Isaac and the kids, while I went the other direction to pick up the hire car for our planned trip North. Yep, more driving, and through likely icy conditions so I ensured we got a fuel guzzling SUV. Isaac was a bit worried about their two wheel drive, though being a hybrid its consumption was down the other end of the scale. In the end through either Isaac’s driving or good enough road condition (let’s say both), they had no trouble.

As for the T, Isaac pointed out that it’s the oldest (running?) transit system in the USA, but sadly it’s not funded well enough to take advantage of that auspicious heritage. The whole system worked well for us with only a single breakdown in a week of travel, but some carriages did feel old and raggedy, and drivers sometimes complained about things being broken. That said, drivers were helpful, trains ran on time, safety was never a concern, and I reckon Boston would be a lot poorer without it. Quirky factoid: They have blacksmiths on staff to craft the replacement parts they need, because noone makes them any more.