My hotel is in a YMCA, and my room includes a kitchenette. It's a studio apartment, for all intents and purposes; it is simply two or three times as expensive, and comes with a maid service.
After I sorted out groceries and made lunch, I decided to take a walk over to Teaching House. To get to Faneuil Hall Marketplace, where Teaching House Boston is located, is about a thirty minute walk. Turns out, my classes will be held above a Godiva. I expect it to smell great, if nothing else.
Walking back, I took a slight detour and ended up near the Old North Church, which I haven't visited since I was five or six.
Paul Revere's statue is located in the church's backyard. I was more impressed by the back of his jersey, which says "Revere, 75". What I really want to know is if they'll give him a frowny face if the Bruins lose.
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When I was finishing up my phone interview for CELTA, the woman interviewing me asked if I had friends in Boston. I said that I had a few. Her response was quick and alarmingly dry; "You should tell them you won't be seeing them much."
It is on the gossamer wings of these comforting words that I will go to class for the first tomorrow morning. Oddly enough, I look forward to it.