I'm back from Boston!

What a trip!  We had a blast.  The husband was kind enough to drive most of the way to the hotel.  It really gave my ankle a rest, which was much needed.  The hotel we stayed in was unique.  It was basically a really old house.  It had a lot of character.

Thankfully the weather while we were there was near perfect.  The pollen was flying like crazy, it was a little over 70 degrees and sunny the first 2 days.  The day we left it rained, but not hard enough that it made our trip home difficult.  It was perfect driving weather.  We decided since it was so nice the second day we were there we would walk down to get lunch.  It wasn't far from our hotel and the area we were staying in was so beautiful.  Since my ankle was already acting up before we left, the walk didn't help.  We got back to the hotel after lunch and I took some Aleve.

That night we went to the beer festival.  Our cab driver on the way there was a trip.  He got lost, and I'm pretty sure he had some medical problem, on account of his constant fidgeting and pulling at his bum.  He got us there a bit late but that worked out fine for us.

We walked around the festival for a few hours, sampling beer and just generally having a good time.  We met some fun people and had some delicious beer so the night turned out to be just what we were hoping for.

Then we made our way back to the hotel.  The cab driver on our way back didn't have nearly as much... character... as the first cab driver, but I think that's alright.  He got us back to the hotel really quickly and was very friendly.  I took some more Aleve the minute we got back to the hotel.

I didn't get much sleep that night, partly because of the alcohol and partly because of the pain in my ankle, so the next morning I took more Aleve and we headed out for brunch with some of my friends.  Then we made our way back home, and once again the husband did most of the driving (how did I get so lucky?).

It truly was an excellent trip.  A few days later, my ankle still hurts but I wouldn't trade it for the trip for one second.  Some great memories were made that weekend.

On an interesting unrelated note, I recently found out someone else from my tiny town has RSD.  For the number of people in our town, this is quite the coincidence.  I have yet to meet her but I have to say I can't wait.  My husband met her a few weeks ago and from everything he tells me about her I can tell already I'm really going to like her.