Boston, Day 1
July 19, 2008 – 10:43 am- Leave apartment in Plant City at 3:00 AM for Orlando International Airport.
- Arrive at Orlando Airport; find out that scooter doesn’t have enough weight in metal to open the gate to the parking area, go through SunPass lane instead and charge parking to SunPass.
- Wait in poorly-air-conditioned terminal under remodel, looks like an abandoned warehouse.
- 7:00 AM Bumpy flight from Orlando to Washington DC, but Captain Kangaroo lands the plane safely at Reagan National Airport.
- 9:30 AM 3-hour stopover in Washington; listening to hilarious gate agent over the PA looking for William Matthews to get on his plane (”The clock is ticking! The passengers are getting restless! William Matthews where are ya!?”). Find out it costs $50 to bump up to an earlier flight, so skip three other shuttles to Boston to go on my previously scheduled 12:30 one.
- 2:06 PM arrive at Boston Logan International Airport after a beautifully smooth flight, hunt for shuttle bus to Blue Line.
- Find out Blue Line stops where I need to go (Government Station) without having to change to the Green Line.
- Find out my Garmin GPS is broken, search for hotel without assistance of a map (except for Google Maps, which can’t read the GPS on my phone). Discover that in Boston, if you’re a pedestrian, traffic signals mean NOTHING. Traffic actually STOPS FOR PEDESTRIANS in Boston.
- Arrive at hotel sweaty and check in, drop off my gear and phone to charge while I go on a photo walk around the area. Discover that Boston must not have had enough in its budget to put street name signs on the traffic lights.
- Take subway to Prudential Center, stop by the Levenger store to buy a Circa “PDA” notebook and punch. $60 (sheesh!)
- Take subway back to hotel, discovering that on the subway there is no such thing as “personal space.” Grab partly-charged phone, head to Fenway Park for Friday night party at nearby bar. Drink soda instead. Meet Chel Pixie.
- Head back to hotel to catch up on the day, print schedule for tomorrow, and crash while watching ESPN.
Boston is a city with a lot of history; it’s everywhere. Posting to Flickr momentarily.
