I took the train to Boston yesterday to meet My French Friend Janou at Logan airport and bring her back to Rhode Island for a two-week visit.
Oh, we’re going to have a good time!
But first I had to retrieve her.
The train is always lovely and South Station in Boston is a bustling, interesting place in the center of the city. I decided not to brave the subway to the airport (I am not capable of learning new things at the moment), so I chickened out and took a taxi.
What wasn’t easy was finding MFFJ at Terminal B! I’d assumed she’d have luggage, so I headed over to the luggage carousel to meet her as she grabbed her suitcase. Turns out she just had two carry-on bags and was looking for me at the terminal across the street.
We eventually found each other–oh, the joy of cell phones!!!–and popped back into a taxi to head back to South Station. We had time for a snack before our train was announced and we were heading south to Kingston Station.
An hour later and there was Banjo Man, waiting to pick us up. He had roast beef sandwiches and butternut squash soup waiting for us, the tired and hungry travelers.
Conversation and tequila in front of the fireplace would follow. As would an early bedtime.
Today the sun is shining. I think we’ll go for a ride and make sure the ocean is still there.