All in all, the plane rides were not bad. American seemed to redeem itself after we at last got settled into our seats. With all things considered, it did rank a little higher than the cattle call, run for your seats, Southwest (Southworst) experience.
However, once we got off the plane, there was difficulty attempting to figure out which subways to take. We ended up taking the correct "T" line but got off way to early at Boston Commons. This caused us to have to walk what seemed like forever with our luggage in tow. A major party foul on my part was wearing my wooly old Mount Union warm up jacket. I had to wear it because there was no room in my jam packed bags. At first, it was not too bad but then, as the large beads of sweat began to pour off my chest and back, I began to regret the decision to bring it in the first place, even though I knew it would come in handy while waiting in the village on race day morning.
Still, we journeyed forward down Boylston to find our Sheraton. Everyone at this point was getting a little crabby because we were tired and hungry. Poor Liz had a minor party foul when her backpack decided to malfunction in midstep causing personal items to scatter around the park. Part of this was my fault since she was housing some of my personal items due to my overpacking. Love ya girl! After some strategic smooshing of items into her larger bag, we were ready to resume our hike once again. Jen and Matt were a little ahead of us, paving the way. We made a few quick stops to consult Becky for directions on the cell. God bless her and her Onstar abilities! We also stopped to cheer on a few kids during the kids relay race. That was awesome to see kids getting out there and enjoying racing.
Eventually, we made it to the hotel. When the four of us got up to our room we immediately discovered that something was amidst. The next blog entry will discuss the sauna room that was #534....
1 comment:
lol :) sauna room!
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