Wednesday, July 7, 2010
As the airplane started to descend, I looked frantically for a tiny person down below out my plastic and oily fingerprinted window. In all my airplane trips that I can remember, I have never seen a person walking. Today I saw one riding a bike along the road; later a person walking on a beach. Mission accomplished.
Traveling from the airport to the hotel was not at all hard. The train system is very like that of Japan’s and as I heard the announcements on the subway, I tried to imagine them in Japanese.
I was worried as to where I was going to stay. However, the hotel, Boston Parkway Plaza, is very nice. Right when I walked in the long lobby I heard piano music playing softly under the numerous chatter. Then I saw that it was a live performance. I listened to the music, first guessing what period of music it was from and then picturing how it was played in my mind (most likely incorrectly). Later a few of my fellow Brownies pointed out that someone was playing the piano. I nodded my head.
Although I know we have not gone far from the airport--I do not see the rudeness that was expected of the east coast. What was unexpected was that I hardly heard anyone speak in English as we walked down the streets looking for a place to eat dinner. I decided that such a range of languages must be because of the Universities and/or that Boston is just a hub for tourism.
I am looking forward to tourism and to looking at colleges.