Since we figured that the burly Nor'Easter that ruffled skirts and toppled maple syrup collecting pots across New England was so last week, we're in Boston soaking up the sun. Actually, it's partly a worktrip for Sarah, with some extra time taken for catching up with friends and a quickie visit to Vermont, the land of Maya's fabled yet unblogged conception. Glorious, soaring thoughts come from days like this. You can almost bite off a hunk of the youthful, informed optimism in the air and chew on it for days. We left this general neighborhood of the World almost 3 years ago. I'll be bold and claim that it feels distinctly familiar, even though I never actually lived in Cambridge/Boston. I don't exactly have my finger on the pulse of any new must-linger spots in and around Harvard Square, near where we're staying. So I go with what I remember - Darwin's Ltd. is a necessity (where I'm currently perched). But all you really need to do on a day like this is set your iPod on shuffle and wander amidst the crowds on and around campus. Or just listen to the crowds wherein for every 9/11 conspiracy whackjob or overbearing busker, there are 100-fold others being young, smarty-pantsish, or just plain damn glad to be here.
Hope your own Sunday afternoon strolls take you down a road you didn't even realize you missed. Rock on.
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