A Trip to Boston

We woke up at sunset and the sky was a brave red on the last day of our journey. It had been 10 days since I woke up and thought “Fuck I’m in my twenties, and I still have no idea where my life is going,” so we, Louise and Eva, immediately bought two plane tickets to Boston, and here we were. A crow flew past our hotel window, and we reckoned that was a good sign. Eva was really historically and politically interested, and she desperately wanted to squeeze in a visit at the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum, so we went there after breakfast. Unfortunately, some of the exhibits were being renewed, so they had closed off sections of the museum and signposted them “Do not enter.” Luckily, we were able to see the most interesting thing at the museum which was the Space Race exhibit focused on Project Mercury. We went to Walmart to buy Swiss Miss, a delicious brand of cocoa we wanted to bring back home. Walmart truly is an interesting place, you can buy everything from a drilling machine to food items to even a .44 magnum.

We went to have the last supper at the Pelican Restaurant where we had shallot and pearl onion soup for appetizer and pigeon with russian banana potatoes and gravy for the main course. Over dinner we discussed our plans for the evening. “We have to go to the Drunken Flamingo when it opens,” I said. “Yes, but I need to remember my watch. Last time we went out we totally lost track of time,” Eva exclaimed. We immediately got up and I must have missed the sign on the floor saying “Caution Wet Floor”, because I slipped and hammered my knee into the sharp edge of a table, creating a deep cut in my leg. It was so bad that the restaurant called an ambulance for me, and when it came, we left through the emergency exit. I was a bit panicked because they do not have free hospital care here, but luckily I had travel insurance. We got to the hospital where I was checked by a German doctor named Dr. Oetker, who told me the cut looked like it had been made with a bubble level. While I was being examined, Eva went out to explore the hospital. She came up to an interesting looking ward and decided to enter, and in there a nurse and patient were having a conversation. “How are you? Recovering?” “Yea, I’m not contagious anymore.” Suddenly, someone tapped Eva on the shoulder asking her to leave because it was for authorised personnel only.

Although our last day was very eventful, I was happy to go home but I wondered if we had got what we came for and looked Eva in the eyes and we were both asking ourselves “Are we there yet?”