All good vacations come to an end, alas. It's not so bad, I guess - I often find that the bedding and pillows on hotel room beds are the worst part of any vacation, and it's a delightful relief to crawl into my own bed after I have returned home. And as much as I love to dine out, I find that my system appreciates it when I eat at home and eat a little simpler. The joys of getting older, right?
We did have a good half day in Boston before needing to head to the airport. We duly got our walking gear on
and headed around the Seaport area (once we got our Starbucks to start the day!). It was a beautiful spring morning once again,
which promised for an on-time and easy departure later. We strolled, taking photos, then headed back to the hotel for a bite of breakfast and final packing.
We also had time for brunch before heading to Logan. I steered us to Row 34 for a bite. A Hugh-No Spritz (non-alcoholic) for me,
a few oysters to share,
a tasty but maybe a little too garlicky avocado and crab toast,
and we had suitable food in our bellies. Nice place though it felt like we were sort of stranded in this weird family room and with a somewhat indifferent server. Still, I'd go back to try it again.
On to the airport where we parked in the lounge a goodly while before boarding our first flight.
A connection in Chicago,
and we were on the ground at LAX late that night. Bed, when we crawled into it somewhere around 1 in the morning, felt really darn good.
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