Upon first arriving at the hotel, we visited the non-cool tourist brochure and flyer
wire-rack that usually sat near the cigarette machine in the corner of the lobby. Elizabeth and I started snatching the little booklets quickly as possible and hustled ourselves, our bags, and our new found reading materials up to our room.
Boston, if you have been there before, is a beautiful city. It's very historical and this is evident in its landmarks, but probably most noticeable in its roads, which we found windy to the nth degree. It has been stated that the streets are actually paved over cow paths from the olden days. Once again, thanks to our trusty GPS unit, we were able to locate anything. Hmm...well almost.
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