I have to get up at 4 am so that the family and I can leave for the happy, happy land that is Florida. Thanksgiving in Florida? In EPCOT, no less? Still not certain how I feel about this.

So I leave you with this! (yoinked from [livejournal.com profile] swankyfunk

William Shakespeare

Beware the ink'n'imp of March.

Which work of Shakespeare was the original quote from?

Get your own quotes:

Oh, fancy that, my birthday is in March...*whistles innocently*

When I return, I shall have to regale you all with tales of working in the Greenhouse office in the city, where archaeological drama reigns supreme, which is an accomplishment considering it's only me and Paula and two phone lines in the office. Wherein clients cut down trees in an attempt to force you into uncovering more graves (because the term "preservation" seems BEYOND their limited grasp of the POINT of archaeology!), fire you one evening and hire you again in the morning. Likewise, the joys of commuting and running errands through the Financial District (*glomps downtown Manhattan!*), the pains of having to get up at 5 am, and the general tribulations of not getting my hands on a stiff drink when I need one (though I've finally found a DAMN GOOD pizza place right off of Stone Street).

...and now, BED.
Between the God Awful Heat (Which, thank GOD has FINALLY broken!), and navigating the MBTA and highway traffic, I've had neither the resolve nor the concentration to update about my continuing adventures in Boston. And, as I do have some pictures to post and comment upon, I think I will refrain from an in-depth discussion of the many sights of Boston until later.

In the meanwhile:

Tuesday: Walked the Freedom Trail. Had my ass handed to me by not the 2.5+ miles of it, but the 2.5+ miles of it in 93 degree weather. I did have the distinct pleasure, however, of FINALLY getting a sense of the distances between all those historic places I keep reading about, of snickering at Massachusetts' first seal, of giggling at Hancock's INCREDIBLY phallic tombstone, of visiting the Amazing Old State House museum (which possesses many intriguing and interesting artifacts and tidbits), of copying Sam Adams' pose in front of Faneuil Hall, of being terrified by an OBSCENE amount of jellyfish in the River, and of FINALLY stepping foot aboard the USS Constitution...though it appears that I'll not be able to go BELOW deck until my NEXT trip to Boston.


Ate dinner at Giacomo's in the North End. Walked away a Convert and True Believer. Zuppa di Pesce like my mother makes, and THAT is the highest compliment I've got in my bag of tricks.

Wednesday: Went to Salem, as there is very little about the town I recall from my 7th grade Boston school trip. Maybe it was just the 98+ degree scorching heat, but little to remember the second time around. However, was impressed by the National Park Visitor Center there (SOOOOOOO AIR CONDITIONED! *BASK!!!*), and the exhibits about Salem's maritime prosperity pre-Jefferson's embargo of 'let's fuck New England trade up the ass!...er...I mean...let's show the French and British we aren't going to take their privateering/impressing shit no more!'

Returned to the hotel completely fried, fell into an air conditioned coma, and blew the rest of the day by going to the movie theater to see Ocean's Thirteen.

Oh, Clooney. *glomps*


That's right, Nella has FINALLY made her pilgrimage visit to the Adams National Historic Park!!!!!

And, MIGHT I ADD, my visit there magically coincided with the break in the heat wave up here?

COINCIDENCE? You decide.

...Though, my visit to the Adams' homestead merits its' own post. I have related books to review, and a first lady to seriously fangirl. Likewise, we went to the Museum of Fine Arts as well once we were finished in Quincy, however that I shall pause in reviewing, as we plan on returning to it Saturday morning.

Now, to bed! For tomorrow, the Minuteman National Park awaits!
Probably the one place on the earth where "Jesus Christ Lord and Savior" is "Jesus Christ LAUD and Savior".

Got into Boston last night, ditched my dear old brother at his Percussion Festival at Berkeley College, and spent the night prowling around the North End. A week without my brother, and given free reign by my parents to drag them to every historical site known to mankind in the Boston area? BE STILL MY BEATING HEART.

Was duly terrified by the Trolley system, because I finally realized that all those bad dreams I've had about the NYC subway system (wherein the platform was the same level as the tracks and the platform is a triangle and something TERRIBLE happens, which results in me waking up) where ACTUALLY dreams about the Boston Trolley system. Go fig.

In New Hampshire today, visiting dad's sister. Wanting to post pictures of Boston, but alas, forgot the camera wire at home. Will just have to pic spam later.

Plan on dragging parentals on the 3-mile Freedom Trail tomorrow, but will have to refrain from snickering at the fact it is called "The Freedom Trail". What can I say, the word "Freedom" has been ruined for me ever since I saw Braveheart.

Random fact (or, what is passed for fact) of the day!: the Marquis De Lafayette is buried in France under soil taken from Bunker (or, make that Breed) Hill. That crazy, dorky Lafayette! Just can't help but love that man. ^_^

Meme time!

May. 6th, 2007 12:39 am
This is the list of the 50 most-visited tourist attractions in the world. They left out pilgrimage stuff like Mecca, but put in Notre Dame because it's usually visited by tourists as an architectural wonder, not religious pilgrims.

Bold where you've been, italicize where you WANT to go, and name one place you want to go that is NOT on the list

1. Times Square, New York City, NY: 35 million visitors every year
2. National Mall & Memorial Parks, Washington, D.C. (Washington Monument, Lincoln and Jefferson Memorials, the war memorials): About 25 million
3. Disney World’s Magic Kingdom, Lake Buena Vista, Fla.: 16.6 million

4. Trafalgar Square, London, England: 15 million
5. Disneyland Park, Anaheim, Calif.: 14.7 million

6. Niagara Falls, Ontario and New York: 14 million
7. Fisherman’s Wharf/Golden Gate National Recreation Area, San Francisco, Calif.: 13 million

8. Tokyo Disneyland/DisneySea, Tokyo, Japan: 12.9 million
9. Notre Dame de Paris, Paris, France: 12 million

10. Disneyland Paris, Marne-La-Vallee, France: 10.6 million
11. The Great Wall of China, Badaling area, China: About 10 million
12. The Great Smoky Mountain National Park, Tennessee/North Carolina: 9.2 million
13. Universal Studios Japan, Osaka, Japan: 8.5 million
14. Basilique du Sacré-Coeur de Montmartre, Paris, France: 8 million
15. Musée du Louvre, Paris, France: 7.5 million

16. Everland (amusement park), Kyonggi-Do, South Korea: 7.5 million
17. The Forbidden City/Tiananmen Square, Beijing, China: At least 7 million
18. Eiffel Tower, Paris, France: 6.7 million
19. Universal Studios/Islands of Adventure at Universal Orlando, Fla: 6 million
20. SeaWorld Florida, Orlando, Fla: 5,740,000
21. Pleasure Beach (amusement park), Blackpool, England: 5.7 million
22. Lotte World (amusement park), Seoul, South Korea: 5.5 million
23. Yokohama Hakkeijima Sea Paradise, Japan: 5.4 million
24. Hong Kong Disneyland, China: 5.2 million
25. Centre Pompidou, Paris, France: 5.1 million
26. Tate Modern, London, England: 4.9 million
27. British Museum, London, England: 4.8 million
28. Universal Studios Los Angeles, Calif.: 4.7 million
29. National Gallery, London, England: 4.6 million
30. Metropolitan Museum, New York, NY: 4.5 million
31. Grand Canyon, Ariz.: 4.4 million

32. Tivoli Gardens (amusement park), Copenhagen, Denmark: 4.4 million
33. Ocean Park (amusement park), Hong Kong, China: 4.38 million
34. Busch Gardens (amusement park), Tampa Bay, Fla.: 4.36 million
35. SeaWorld California, San Diego, Calif.: 4.26 million
36. Statue of Liberty, New York, NY: 4.24 million
37. The Vatican and its museums, Rome, Italy: 4.2 million

38. Sydney Opera House, Sydney, Australia: More than 4 million
39. The Coliseum, Rome, Italy: 4 million
40. American Museum of Natural History, New York, NY: 4 million

41. Grauman’s Chinese Theater, Hollywood, Calif.: 4 million
42. Empire State Building, New York, NY: 4 million
43. Natural History Museum, London, England: 3.7 million
44. The London Eye, London, England: 3.5 million
45. Palace of Versailles, France: 3.45 million

46. Yosemite National Park, Calif.: 3.44 million
47. Pyramids of Giza, Egypt: 3 million
48. Pompeii, Italy: 2.5 million
49. Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg, Russia: 2.5 million
50. Taj Mahal, Agra, India: 2.4 million


51. Angel Falls, Venezuela
52. Pyramid Kukulcan in Chichen Itza, Yucatan Mexico
53. Temple of the Descending God in Tulum, Quintana Roo Mexico

54. Dunns River Falls in Ocho Rios, Jamaica
55. Star Trek: The Experience, Las Vegas, NV (AN: This EXISTS?! OMG I AM THERE!)
56. Space Needle, Seattle, WA
57. Rosslyn Chapel, Edinburgh, Scotland

58. Yellowstone National Park, WY, ID, MT
59. One of those cruises to Alaska
60. The Forum, Rome, Italy
61. Colonial Williamsburg, Williamsburg, Va.

62. Harriton House, Bryn Mawr, Pa.

One place I want to go that's not on the list, eh? *ponders*

63. Tower of London, London, UK
Elizabeth and I got to Taormina in one piece, had an awesome time, and returned safely! On the train ride back, I made friends with the five Sicilian men in my compartment, and there was much miscommunication (due to my Italian) and laughs and philosophical discussion in broken Italian/broken english and mad hand motions and shared peaches and coffee.

It was glorious. It's funny, how Elizabeth attracted all the skeezy men this weekend but I got all the older fatherly types who lit up when they asked where I was from and if my family was italian, and I told them "New York" and "La mia famiglia e` siciliana".

Sicily felt incredibly homey, oddly enough. In Taormina, and on the train, the people I did talk to felt like family, but that's just cause they acted like my family acts. As if Sicily is a mediterranean Brooklyn-of-my-childhood, back when everyone was still living a few blocks from each other and we'd drive in to visit for Sunday dinner. People ask me if it's odd, hearing all this Italian everywhere, but that's how I grew up. People may say people want to return to the comfort of the womb, but hearing old people talking/arguing in Italian is my comfort zone (as long as no one expects me to join the conversation, of course. Hearing Italian is the comforting part, not the attempting to speak or comprehend it). If you want to see what makes Antonella regress, sit her down in a group of older Italians and just watch her look like a wide-eyed five year old.

Oh, and FINALLY, I was able to eat GOOD bread, none of this crap they make in Florence without salt. I have been DYING for semolina bread, and I finally got some in Sicily, as well as a veal cutlet just like grandma's. AND DELICIOUS BRIOCHE WITH GELATO.


This weekend was a good weekend. Now midterms can start, but at least I'll die with left-over happy Sicilian vibes.

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