Thoughts on Boston

• I could definitely live here. I love it. Some things to consider tho:
• I've been here 3 days and the weather has been beautiful. I've heard the winters are pretty rough.
• We're staying in the Back Bay, I'm also guessing we wouldn't be able to afford to actually live on this side of town
• I'm not sure how often I can walk past all those shops on Newberry street without having a total meltdown about not being able to afford anything here
  
• I love that there are towering skyscrapers next to 100+ year old churches

• I love that this city is the literally where we became a nation. I'm so proud to be an American.
• I've learned a great deal about the history and birth of our nation. Did you know there were only 5 deaths in the Boston Massacre? I always thought it was more. And did you know Paul Revere never finished his famous Midnight Ride? He was arrested. I guess I didn't pay enough attention in school.
  
• I'm surprised at the number of French speaking people I have encountered. In St Louis I interact with Spanish speaking people all the time, and we have a large Bosnian community. If someone could tell me why all the French people are here I'd love to know. I've though about asking, but that brings me to my next point...
• There is no Southern Hospitality here. You may know that I'm relatively friendly and out-going and will chat with servers and cashiers etc. Not here. Don't try it. And don't ask for directions. Apparently in Boston I am a RWP.
  
• I'm not sure why Bostonians have only 25 letters in the alphabet. They are missing Rs. Really. "Get ya watah heah!" I've heard this all day long.
• I don't know where all the fat people are. The only fat people I see are the tourists. It must be the sweltering heat. I've showered twice today, thinking of doing it again before retiring for the night.
  
• In relation to the above statement, it must be the tourists keeping the North End in business. It's Boston's version of Little Italy (or The Hill if you're a St. Louisan). We had lunch at Villa Francesca and it was awesome. Then we went to Mike's Pastry for cannoli. Oh. My. God. I. Was. In. Heaven. Thanks to Cyndy at 110 Penned for the heads up. Yum. Really.
• Ok. A somber note. I was trying to decide if I should post this, but figured what the hell. I've had a glass (or 2) of wine. I am surprised that a few pieces of etched glass could cause me to become so emotional. If you don't know, I'm talking about the Holocaust memorial (here's the photo source)

• The memorial is 6 glass towers that you walk through. Each tower has 1 million numbers etched in the glass. Each number represents someone killed at one of the concentration camps. We passed by it on a tour earlier in the day, then walking back to our hotel we passed it again and I suggested going through it and taking a look. I didn't get passed the first tower of glass before the tears started and by the 6th I was a mess. I have no idea why it affected me so much (well, other than the obvious). I mean, I'm not Jewish, I don't have any Jewish relatives, or even German, Russian, Czechoslovakian... I don't have a personal connection to anyone that had been in one of the death camps. It had always seemed so distant, do you know what I mean? It was before I was born, it was in another country, what on earth does it have to do with me...? There aren't even any photos, just numbers and a few quotes. We had to stop so that I could compose myself before going on. Here's the website. You should look, I think it's important.
• Whew. Thinking about it has gotten me all worked up again. Plus hubs is telling me to shut down the Mac and go to bed. I think I will. thanks for reading.
• Oh crud I just realized it's Friday. Sorry. Pharmacy friday will be postponed... I'll try to get to it tomorrow! 'Night y'all!