Muli Ben-Yehuda's journal

The plan for Sunday was to visit the Boston Common and walk the
freedom trail. I had a hard time waking up, and by the time we got to
the Boston Common, I was feeling all queasy (possibly due to the
greasy breakfast we had at McDonalds). I sat on a bench near the duck
pond, and Orna went a-strollin’ in the Common’s gardens, taking
pictures of … what else, squirrels. And birds, ducklings, peaceful
mulices, etc, etc.

When Orna returned from her duck photographing escapades in the Boston
Common, we considered canceling our plans and heading home. I wasn’t
feeling up to doing anything, and Orna caught my bug and wasn’t up to
doing anything either. I realized that a) Orna will not go on without
me and b) she will be really miserable if we go back to the hotel, and
forced myself to get up and start walking. Amazingly enough, it
worked. We walked along the freedom trail, saw Boston’s many burial
grounds (I still find it peculiar that a burial ground is a tourist
attraction, but … ok), and visited Paul Revere’s house. Actually, we
just passed by it, didn’t even go inside. I just wanted to sit and
rest, and Orna was annoyed that photographing inside is not alowed. We
also saw a strange parade in the Italian quarter.

The freedom trail ends at the Charlestown navy yards. I wanted to find
lunch (just an excuse to stop walking, really), but we didn’t find
anything appetizing, and so went on and visited the USS constitution,
the oldest ship still in commision in the US Navy.

From the navy yards, we walked a loooong time until we found a T
station, took the T back to Cambridge, wolfed down lunch/dinner at a
Burger King (hey, it was there and it was open), made it back to the
hotel, and collapsed on the bed. We made it.