A Ghost, Clear Water & Metal Underwear

Happy trails my fellow readers....

Well, I am writing to you from the beautiful and overcast (what else is new) city of Boston. What a beautiful place. The history that you feel when you are walking down the streets is like no place I have ever been. The Freedom Trail, Samuel Addams grave, Boston Common and the Old State House- you feel the history all around. Every street, every building- you just become intoxicated with our countries past. It's just incredible. And add in the backdrop of the Atlantic Ocean and you realize what a special place this is.

SATURDAY:

When I met up with my friend, Becky, on Saturday she thought it was her Bostonian duty to show me around the city on foot. She took me everywhere and as I mentioned before I immediately fell in love with this great city (I've noticed I am falling in love with a lot of cities on this trip. There could be worse things I suppose).

On a freak occurrence note, while we walking by a graveyard something peculiar happened. It was around 7PM and the cemetery was closed and in the distance church bells started to ring. Suddenly, as if on cue a woman wearing colonial garb (yes, that's right- Colonial attire) started dancing in rhythm to the bells on the tomb of Ben Franklin's parents. She did these strange arm movement things and it was just bizarre.

As if this was not weird enough as soon as the bells stopped ringing she disappeared, and I mean disappeared into thin air. The cemetery was enclosed and we didn't see her leave and she wasn't at the tomb anymore- where the hell she went I do not know. Since it was late the cemetery was closed so how in the world did she even get inside? It was just really strange. It was odd enough this woman was dancing at the Franklin's tomb but then add in the fact she was wearing colonial garb and that my friends takes it to a whole new level. Becky and I cannot get over it. I've seen many a strange things in my day but I have to say this tops the cake or in this case tomb! On another note I was able to see all the great places to promote my mission. Of, course there is problem about where to park the car but I may just have to hit the fundraising trail without it.

SUNDAY:

Becky and I decided to head out to Cape Cod. Now neither of us had ever been to Cape Cod so we knew we would be in for a treat.

The Cape was absolutely beautiful. I just love East Coast beaches in general. The white sand, grass and rustic fences running up along the beach just far exceeds the beaches in Southern California. And, to my surprise the water was crystal clear. You could see everything below you. It was a definite welcome relief as many of the beaches near LA are anything but clear. Plus, you have the added bonus of swimming with beer bottles, condom wrappers and broken glass (hey don't get me wrong I still love these beaches), but it was just a nice change).

Before we knew it we were swimming in Dennis, a small town in the Cape. We had no intentions of swimming but when we pulled over and went down to the water it looked far too tempting to enjoy from afar.

Of course, since we hadn't planned on swimming we didn't have our bathing suits on hand. Well, you think I am going to let a small detail like that get in our way- NO! So, we walked back to the car and I went to work looking for anything we could use to swim in (our own clothes were off limits seeing we were wearing jeans). I was able to find a pair of shorts and a tank top for Becky but they still left me short a proper swimming ensemble. Thankfully I had packed for emergencies (hey this could constitute a minor road trip disaster) and I was able to cut off a pair of pajama bottoms. I already had towels in my trunk for when I go camping so we were ready to go.

It was around 6:30PM when we left the tranquil and stunning setting of Cape Cod. I was sorry to leave. I could understand why people decide to pack up their city life and head out to places like the Cape and live. I was there a day and never wanted to leave. I was so enveloped by my surroundings I failed to actually get out and promote in the Cape. I just felt so nice to sit on the beach and just breathe in the fresh air and stare out at the ocean before me. But as Scarlet said, "Tomorrow is another day." Yes, I will be out pounding the pavement and working closer and closer to making my dreams a reality bright and early tomorrow.

In closing I would like to go over today's journal lessons. One, there could very well be a ghost who lives at the tomb of Ben Franklin's parents tomb (this is not a joke folks). Two, when in a pinch you can make your own bathing suit. And three, do not wear metal underwear if you plan on going to the airport. Okay, this was not covered in this journal entry but I just was told of this information and thought I should share such words of wisdom with you all. So when you are headed out to the airport just remember to do a check, it could save you from the hassle of being reprimanded by airport security.
Love,
Stephanie