And Now: Boston!

Nudist in Boston

Hey hey!

What’s up everyone?

The Gal Fatal’s Travel have finally brought her to Boston where she has been provided with a food and party spree she hasn’t quite recovered yet (hungry all the time now).

Friday night: Leslie’s students threw a party. After that we had a nice dinner close by…

Saturday: Antonia reconnected with Boston after ten years. That means I must have been – 17.
Leslie and Matt had friends over for a barbecue in the garden with attached indoor fireplace session in their new house. Great!

Sunday: After a hearty dosa breakfast Matt prepared I went over to Max’ and Marcus’ house for dinner preparations. To be fair I left the cooking to the Italian and devoted myself completely to telling stories from the foolio travels. Boy, we had fun!

Monday morning: I stopped by a gentlemen’s outfitter and alienated the two old guys in there with my youthful feminine excitement. They really have all the good stuff: tweed, salt n’ pepper, fishbone, and my new favorite madras. Honestly if every man had suit jacket from Havard Sq the world would be a better place. And I could finally give way to just judge a book by it’s cover only. Seriously, I’d be a sexist in no time… I almost cuddled with the racks.

Oh well, then it was already time to hop on the Fung Wah bus (Chinese bus drivers who don’t really speak English…) again and I was kinda sad to leave everyone behind so quickly but that’s the way the story goes I guess. And there is a lot more to come that way since I have 11 days left…

P.S: Sorry for the blurry pics someone apparently made a ‘fingerdapper’ on the lens…

Nudist in Boston

Boston Fog

found The Middle East by accident

70s bus station

underground

Leslie at Work

Leslie and Leslie

Matt, Tom and Straub

tried to take a picture of my sunburn not my freak arm

Sadie, the foster dog

Matt in the kitchen

Leslie in the kitchen

dining room

Matt made Indian dosas, wow!

(find me in this pic) This shopwindow displayed 4 of my Dad’s favorite ties…

…so I went in there and had a chat with the old boys.

Marcus and I share one childhood memory…

M&M’s kitchen

Max

Max and Valerie

Leslie and the Italian Couch Surfer

All together now: Smile without your eyes!

Scotch tape supposedly is a botox substitute. Of course we needed to try that…

The

distinct

beauty

of

Boston