Day Fifteen: Boston, MA – London, UK

Newbury Street

Newbury Street

Miles travelled
Walked about 11 apparently.  Then about 4 miles in a taxi.  And finally about 3200 miles to London

Where we stayed
Back in our boring bungalow in England.  BOO!

Where we ate
Lunch at Starbucks.
Dinner on the plane – I had a pasta thing and Husband had chicken (I think).

Day Fifteen

I clearly got the holiday blues bad as I didn’t write in my notebook about our last day in Boston, so this is all from memory.

We woke up to a city not on fire – thank goodness.  We read that there had been a mini-riot with someone’s car getting overturned but that was it.  We checked out and left our bags at the hotel (whilst seeing all the champagne that we didn’t get at check-in – grrr) and started our walk to the Museum of Fine Arts.  There was an exhibit of modernist photography which I was looking forward to see and we wanted to have a look at the main exhibits as well.  We walked the 2ish miles, passed Northeastern University (into the Starbucks for brunch) – it was a really nice walk.

Thank goodness it was a nice walk, as if we’d had a terrible walk, the admission price would have stung a lot more.  We couldn’t quite understand what we were seeing when the machine in the lobby told us the price was $25 each, so had to double check at the ticket office.  Yes, it really was $25.  I now appreciate more than ever living in the UK and having access to the most beautiful pieces of art and history for FREE in the V&A or the Tate.  We decided against paying the fee, and instead decided to go to the mall – that’ll teach you, fancy museum!

We went back down Huntington Avenue to the Prudential Center and had a look around a couple of shops.  We then decided to walk back down Newbury Street which was a very pleasant area.  Lots of lovely boutique shops and cafes – really nice. We decided then to walk around the Public Garden, and had a sit down by the lake for a bit. It was weird to not see many people out on their lunch break like you would in London, but I guess it was a little cooler so perhaps all the workers stayed in for their lunch.

Public Garden

Boston Public Garden

For the past couple of days, we had crossed over the Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy Greenway to get to various other places, but we decided to spend a little bit more time walking through it, so cut through Chinatown to get to the parks.  The Greenway used to be Route 93, but when this was re-routed underground, Boston decided to make the old road into a series of parks.  It was a really lovely space, but it was a little bit frustrating to have to cross the roads that dissect the park.  We wandered through Dewey Square Park and the Fort Point Channel Parks, and up to the Harbor where we followed the shoreline around Downtown and Fort Point.


Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy Greenway

Having expected to spend a couple of hours in the MFA, we had now run out of things to do – not that we’d done everything that could be done, but we hadn’t planned a back up, and our phones were running out of power.  So we walked back to the hotel, shoved our bags in a taxi and went over to the airport.  We were genuinely expecting it the ride to take longer than it did but i think it took about 10 minutes.  We then thought it would take ages to get through security, but that was really quick as well.  All the things that should have taken ages didn’t which left us all the time in the world to wait for the flight.

We settled in for a couple of hours wait with books, magazines, and M&Ms, and tried to ignore the incredibly annoying mother and child behind us.  There were members of staff dressed up in Wizard of Oz costumes for Halloween handing out candy which was very cute.

And then we boarded the plane and I loaded up The Heat on the IFE to watch over dinner.  Once again, the system had to be rebooted (seriously Delta, sort it out) and then mine randomly restarted as second time, so I watched the first 15 minutes on fast forward a couple of times.  Husband dozed for a bit, whilst I moved on to Bridesmaids. and then a couple of episodes of New Girl.  It felt like we got to London in no time at all and quite comfortably, but my ankle had swollen up ridiculously on the flight so I limped to meet my Mum at arrivals at Heathrow Terminal 4.

Half an hour later, we were back home on our sofa.  It would take another couple of days for us to stop wondering where the hell we were – Husband hallucinated being back in an American hotel room on the Friday as he tried to stay awake to combat jet lag, and I had several moments where I woke up at 2am and  I couldn’t figure out which room I was in.  I think we back to relative normal now, but we’re still missing America dreadfully.

Now we just need to decide where to go next.  To Expedia!

Day Fourteen: Boston, MA


Harvard Library

Miles travelled
Only 9 miles walked today – slackers.

Where we stayed
Our final night at the Revere Hotel, Boston Common, Boston, MA.

Where we ate
Starbucks again for lunch
Rustic Kitchen for dinner.  This restaurant was next to/in our hotel and was perfect for this evening as we didn’t want to go too far.  I had baked rigatoni which was really nice but hotter thank the sun.  Husband had stuffed chicken which wasn’t great quality chicken, but he didn’t hate it.  He then had pumpkin cheesecake for dessert.

Day Fourteen.  Not many photos from today as it was a bit rainy.

Our day started with a very serious conversation with the server in Panera about riots and politics in Boston.  We did not expect such a heavy topic over the cinnamon rolls.  The main gist of his comments were that he didn’t envy us today due to 1) the Red Sox playing in the World Series that evening; 2) Obama giving a speech at Faneuil Hall; 3) possibly ‘fun’ riots later on in the day.  It turns out that the last time the Red Sox won the World Series, Boston got a bit riot-y, someone died, and everyone was angry.  But we were reassured that it was just rioting to celebrate so we didn’t need to be worried.  Uh, ok.

Pushing all of that to the back of our minds, we walked over to Park Street to grab the MBTA over to Cambridge.  It was really easy to buy a ticket ($2.50 each way) and in no time at all, we were walking out the Harvard exit and over to the Harvard Vistor’s Center.  We put our names down for a tour which would be leaving in about 45 minutes, and then figured out what to do for 45 minutes in the rain which wouldn’t spoil our tour.  We found some shelter, and after being asked if we studied there (YAY!), we went back to the center to start the tour.

There were about 20 people on the tour, from Ireland, Germany, Argentina, and Japan.  The tour guide was in her final year studying Sociology and she was a sweetheart.  She was really chatty as she walked us from building to building, giving us personal and historical stories.  We wandered around the Old Yard, looked at Mass Hall, over to the Science Center, then into Memorial Hall where we listened to the din from the Freshman dining hall next door.  Only Freshman are allowed in this hall to breed a sense of community amongst the new students, and not even we were allowed in to look (although that didn’t stop some people in the tour from opening the door – so rude!)

Old Yard

The Old Yard

We then went over to the library (again, not allowed in) and the tour finished at the fake statue of John Harvard, also known as the statue of three lies.  We really enjoyed the tour, and thanked our guide before heading off towards MIT, stopping at one of the Harvard stores to buy merchandise.  We hoped to use the MIT app to look around as it had a really good walking tour, but it didn’t seem to work without 3G so instead, we wandered about a bit not knowing what we were looking at.  We jumped back on the MBTA at Kendal/MIT and travelled back into Boston.  We grabbed a Starbucks for a very late lunch and went back to our room for another nap after watching Obama do his talking thing across town.

Still a little bit worried about fun riots, we decided to stay close to the hotel for dinner and went next door to the Rustic Kitchen.  Pretty much everyone in Boston was at home or in a bar watching the game so it was quite quiet (although the game was on in the restaurant as well) and we enjoyed a peaceful dinner.

It was the last night of our holiday, so back in our room, I had a fun game of trying to squash everything into my suitcase whilst we watched the rest of the game.  It felt like the game went on forever, but the Red Sox won and we switched off the TV, trying to hear if there were riots.  We figured we were far enough away from Fenway Park so we weren’t worried as we fell asleep.

Day Thirteen: Boston, MA


Bunker Hill Monument

Miles travelled
My Fitbit says we walked just under 12 miles.  Sheesh.

Where we stayed
A second lovely night at the Revere Hotel, Boston Common, Boston, MA.

Where we ate
Starbucks La Boulange savoury square – yummy.
Cheesecake Factory for dinner.  OMG, so much food, it was ridiculous.  We shared a quesadilla to start which was a very stupid idea as this was far too much food.  Husband had a GIANT chicken salad for his main and I had an Americana Burger.  We took away our dinner to eat back at the room – Red Velvet and Chocolate Tuxedo.

Day Thirteen

My plans to start the day with a relaxing bath went to hell as I discovered the plug hole was broken.  Curses!  I would later google how to block a plug hole without a plug (pro tip – soak a flannel or hand towel and use that to seal the hole.  Worked a treat!) but in the meantime, I had a not-so relaxing shower.  We did report the problem, but it didn’t seem to get fixed – we got the impression that the front desk staff member was just updating her Facebook status about the annoying British people complaining about a plug.  The Skoah toiletries made up for it though.

Today was going to be a bit of a test as we knew we wanted to walk the Freedom Trail, but I didn’t know how well I’d do on my ankle.  The Freedom Trail is about 2.5 miles long, but we somehow managed to do a little under 12 miles throughout the whole day (according to my Fitbit).  About 1.5 miles of that was walking to and from dinner, so we must have done a significant amount of detours to get up to 10ish!  I suspect this might be some of the reason why my ankle is still bad now – I did not go by the RICE method at all.  American medicine helped me along a little bit.


Boston State House

We went over to Boston Common to find the start of the Freedom Trail – the red bricked line that would be our guide for the day.  It took us first up to the New State House which had a huge “Go Sox” banner on the front.  They’re obviously very proud of their team.  We then walked over to the King’s Chapel Cemetery which looked very picturesque in the dappled sunlight.  We walked passed the Old Corner Bookstore (which is now a Chipotle!) and decided to go in to the Old South Meeting House.  It was surrounded by scaffolding so I didn’t have high expectations but it was really good!

The museum is set around the edge of the seats in the meeting house, and whilst we were there, some school children were having a historical debate, pretending to be figures from the American Revolution and Boston Tea Party, so we’d hear them yelling in agreement or disagreement every now and again.  It was really fun to watch them getting into character and their teacher was really enthusiastic.  I actually learnt quite a lot from the museum exhibits.  I didn’t really understand what the Tea Party was before, or appreciate any of the history of the American Revolution, but I feel like now I do !  It also didn’t try to gloss over the past, so learning a bit about slavery was fascinating as well as shocking.  A great little museum.  They also had a cute gift shop (the other side of the entrance, and yet the same girl served us which confused us immensely) and I bought my Dad some Boston tea.

Next on the trail was the Old State House and the site of the Boston Massacre.  We didn’t go into the Old State House, so marched on to the next historical point, Faneuil Hall.   We didn’t go in here either, but we did get exasperated by the idiot vans parked on the pavement.  We had to squeeze passed them, grumbling about inconsiderate drivers, before realising that they were probably getting ready for Obama’s speech the following day.  How exciting.  We deviated off the red brick path to walk around Faneuil Hall Marketplace, which was very pretty but seemed to be full of touristy shops.

Faneuil Hall

Faneuil Hall

After this, we cut across Route 93, watching a woman spectacularly drive the wrong way down a road, and into the North End, a neighbourhood of Boston that’s also known as Little Italy.  There were some really nice looking restaurants here, and if we had more time, we’d definitely have gone here for dinner.  We walked passed (of course) the Paul Revere House and the statue of Paul Revere, who was wearing a Boston Red Sox shirt, and up to Old North Church.  The church grounds were packed with children and costumed tour guides, so we took a brief look around before walking up to another cemetery, Copp’s Hill Burying Ground.  We were a bit disappointed in this site, as there as a footnote on one of the info board saying that many of the grave stones had been moved to make space for a pathway.  That sucks!

On to Charlestown, and to get there we had to cross the Charlestown Bridges which was CRAPPING TERRIFYING.  I’m not the best at crossing bridges at the best of times, but I usually manage it because most bridges don’t consist of just GRATING that you can clearly SEE THROUGH TO THE RIVER.  I freaked out a little bit a lot and was almost in tears at one point, but I managed to get across – go me.  I was rewarded with a sit down in the City Square Park, where Husband perked me up by singing the “Let’s Go Bruins” song at me, only with our names instead of Bruins.

A quick top up of Ibuprofen, and we walked on to the Bunker Hill Monument.  There wasn’t even a question of walking up the 294 steps, what with me being broken and Husband being fearful of Heights, but it was to wander around the area looking at the house.  We really liked the big houses around Monument Square, and decided that we’d like to live here when we grow up.

The last stop on the Freedom Trail tour was the USS Constitution.  We did the museum first, which was informative and had lots of games (for kids) that I enjoyed playing.  Husband then wanted to go on the ship, and had read that it should have been open today, but the sign on the front said it was only open Thursday-Sunday.  We stood around confused for a bit, before deciding that we wouldn’t bother asking so just looked at the ship from afar.  It looked quite ship-like.

Back over the river (*freak out freak out freak out*), back through Boston, and safely back to our hotel room with a Starbucks, after which I proceeded to have the first nap of the trip.  I had my feet wrapped up in the comforter on the bed, which was the softest material I have ever touched (you could buy the comforter for about $300 which I was seriously tempted by…) which made it a lovely lovely nap.

I woke up refreshed and ready to stuff myself with food, so we walked over to the Cheesecake Factory in the Prudential Center.  We got confused by how to get in (two entrances!) picked the wrong one, but only had to wait about 5 minutes before we were seated, which is amazing for the Cheesecake Factory.  We even had a great table, on a raised bit at the back of the restaurant so we could people watch whilst we ate All The Food.

As is tradition with us, we got our cheesecake to go and took it back to the room, sneaking it in to the hotel so they staff wouldn’t judge us.  I managed to finish mine, but Husband didn’t (his was bigger than mine) as we watched the American X-Factor which was CACK!  I then successfully had a wet flannel bath, and we settled down to sleep with tired legs from our long day.

Day Twelve: Providence, RI – Boston, MA


The view from our balcony

Miles travelled
52 in the car, about 5 miles on a bus!

Where we stayed
Revere Hotel, Boston Common, Boston, MA.  Really nice hotel, AMAZING toiletries (Skoah spa toiletries – my hair was so shiny!) – I really enjoyed our stay.  We didn’t get the room we booked (two beds instead of a king size) but at least we could fit in one bed so we didn’t mind too much.  We were also supposed to get champagne on check in but that didn’t happen either – probably for the best as I would have fallen off the balcony or something.  But yes, a balcony overlooking lots of pretty buildings.  It wasn’t cheap, but we accepted that we had to splurge to enjoy Boston.  We stayed here for three nights, so there would be no more hotel hopping.

Where we ate
Panera again for lunch.
Fast food for a pre-gig dinner.

Day Twelve – my photo timeline looks a little messed up as my camera was on UK time, but my phone was on America time, and I didn’t want to take my camera to the gig.

We woke up with heavy hearts today.  We knew that today would be our last day with Walter, our beloved rental.

OK, perhaps it was just me with the ridiculous over-attachment to inanimate objects, but I felt sad that we’d be leaving the car behind after 1400 miles!  Husband just felt quite anxious about driving to the airport.

We woke up (in separate beds – ack!) to the sound of our free morning coffee being left at the door which was a lovely start to the day – thanks Omni Providence!  We had already packed last night, so there was nothing left for us to do except wait for rush hour to die down before heading out up the I95.

The drive was actually quite easy.  Things got busy and a little bit hairy as we got closer to the airport, but everything is well signposted and we found the rental place without any problems.  The big Logan Airport rental parking lot on Transportation Way is done so incredibly well – they direct you as per your rental company, so we just followed the signs for Budget, found our way to the drop off bit and then said farewell to Walter.  You did us proud, little Jetta, and your door compartments were just the right size for guide books on my side, beef jerky on Husband’s side.

It’s ok.  I’m ok *sob*

Anyway, getting into Boston from the airport was almost too easy.  We jumped on the rental bus back to departures, made our way downstairs to the Silver Line bus stop, plopped ourselves on a bus and let the bus driver do all the work.  All this was FREE.  Did you hear that London – a free bus to take us from the airport to downtown Boston.  I’m still not quite over how brilliant that is.  And to make it even more brilliant, halfway through the journey, the dual-mode bus turns electric and goes underground in it’s own tunnel.  Husband and I stared at each other in absolute wonder.  This is the freaking future.

When we planned the trip from the airport to the hotel, we hadn’t planned for me to have a busted ankle (I know – it does feel as though we should have expected this) so the actual walk from South Station to our hotel on Stuart Street was a tad more laborious and  painful than we thought.  I think it took about half an hour instead of 15 minutes, and in hindsight we should have just got a taxi.  Never mind.  We had a quick stop at Panera, where I experienced my first bit of Boston fieriness, when a customer started yelling at the woman behind the till for no reason.  The employee seemed to take it well though, and gave as good as she got.

The hotel was only about a minute away from Panera, so we checked in, marvelled at the beautiful room and balcony, then went for a walk to try and get our bearings.  We ended up walking through Boston Common, down Washington Street (and accidentally into Macy’s where Husband treated me to some Bobbi Brown make-up) and all the way down to the Harbor.

Boston buildings

Out for a wander

We didn’t spend too long out, as we had a gig to get ready for, and I had new Bobbi Brown make-up to put on.

Husband is really into a band called Fitz and the Tantrums, and when we were looking around for fun things to do in Boston, he was really pleased to see that they’d be playing a gig at the House of Blues.  We ended up getting tickets quite far back on the mezzanine level, so we didn’t know how good the seats would be, but we figured they couldn’t be dreadful.

We walked to the House of Blues, stopping at a Wendy’s on the way so we could grab another Pretzel Pub Chicken – there was a Celtics basketball player in the queue behind us, and I of course only know this because the homeless man in front of us was saying “hey, you play for the Celtics”.  And he was tall.  Some of the streets around the House of Blues were a bit scary so we walked as quickly as we could, but eventually we got back to civilisation and queued up to get in.  We got asked for ID which completely threw me as I wanted to say “CLEARLY WE ARE IN OUR THIRTIES” and fortunately, I had both of our passports on us.  The doorman wasn’t ready for weird British passports.

Our seats were actually really good – we had a great view!  The tour was called The Bright Futures Tour, and was a co-headlining tour which we didn’t realise until a bit later.  First on was an LA band called Beat Club, and they were really good.  I’ve listened to their EP a bunch of times since getting back home (I’m listening again to it now) – live, they sound a bit like Simple Minds mixed in with the Strokes with a little bit of the Blade Runner soundtrack and a little bit of the Ramones, and I really hope they make it big.  I do love a band that embraces synths.

Second up, and the co-headliners, were Capital Cities.  Again, not a band that have made it to the UK yet, but they were incredibly popular with the crowd.  They had some catchy songs, including Safe and Sound which I think got to number one in the Billboard Charts, but they ended by dancing around on stage to a remix of their own song which felt a little odd to us.  Everyone else loved it though so they’re clearly doing it well.  They were teaching the crowd a little dance routine and everyone got into it – I very much doubt that would happen at most UK gigs.  It was really amusing to look down on the crowd from the mezzanine to see them all doing the same routine.

And finally, Fitz and the Tantrums.  I must confess that I had listened to their second album a few times before the gig, and it hadn’t grabbed me but hearing it live really did.  Michael Fitzpatrick and Noelle Scaggs were fantastic together – their voices were phenomenal.  There was so much energy and passion and you couldn’t help but really get into it.  Out of My League was probably one of my favourites from the night, as was The Walker.  The staging was really good as well – their ‘neon’ heart backdrop was actually more like a video screen (Husband understands the tech more than I do) and there were amazing patterns and colours to match the music.  And at the end – the classic confetti cannons.  I have listened to their album a heck of a lot more now, and I’m even considering going to their London gig in March.


Fitz and the Tantrums

As the gig ended, we all shuffled down to the exit, where the House of Blues managed to thoroughly piss everyone off by messing about with the queues.  Our two options were merch stand or coat check – there didn’t seem to be an option for exit and every time someone asked, they kept shunting us into different queues.  We eventually managed to get out, and sang our way back to the hotel on a post-gig high.  In my 17 years of going to gigs, this was my first overseas gig which has pleased me greatly!

Day Eleven: Hyannis, MA – Providence, RI


Providence, RI – the view from our room

Miles travelled

Where we stayed
Omni, Providence, RI.  Super nice hotel.  We’d booked a room with two beds (queen or double – still confused) but it was the type of bed that wasn’t quite big enough for two people so we took a bed each.  I then became paranoid that people would think we were some sad couple that slept in separate beds – like who?  Who would care?  Still, we both had a really nice sleep!  We also were entitled to a free drink each at breakfast (Husband had a coffee) and we had a great view of Providence.  I’d definitely go back.

Where we ate
Lunch at Panera.
Dinner was at  Joe’s American, because literally everywhere else was packed!  The hostess couldn’t give a crap when we walked in, so it wasn’t a great start, but our waitress was much nicer.  We shared some nachos to start, then I had a cheeseburger and Husband had Maine Crabcakes.  I bought some Oreos from CVS, so dessert back in the room was cookies 🙂

Day Eleven

Today was definitely one of my favourites.  It was also the day where I almost ruined the rest of the holiday.  How exciting.

We were kept awake for hours on our second night in Hyannis by what felt like hundreds of people banging doors, yelling and arguing in the corridor, stomping to their rooms.  I think we were lucky that of all the hotels we’d stayed at so far, this was the first hotel that we’d had a bad experience in.  Fortunately, the front desk staff were amazing, and immediately offered us an apology and a refund.  Such professionalism (and it bumped my Trip Advisor rating up!) and so much more than I expected.

We didn’t have far to drive today, and we’d already driven through Providence a couple of days ago on the way from Foxwoods, so we knew we were expecting a big city again.  Our hotel was connected to the Providence Place Mall, the Convention Center, and the Dunkin Donuts Center, so had a massive parking garage next to it and was really well signposted – we pretty much took a right off the I95, then another right, then PARKED!  Phew!  No difficult driving at all.

We walked around the mall for what felt like hours, not because we were shopping but because we couldn’t get out.  We could see the outside, but we just couldn’t get to it!  Finally, we found the doors and walked over to the State House to take some pretty photos, and then we decided to walk up to Brown.

I completely fell in love with Brown.  It was a Sunday so very few of the students were around cluttering up the place and the Main Green was stunning.  I want to work here SO BADLY.  I’m so glad we visited – it was like an absolute dream.  I was treated to a lovely tour by Husband (who claims to have a double doctorate which I’m pretty sure isn’t a thing) and most, if not all, of the facts he was giving me were nonsense, so I wouldn’t recommend it.



We had done online check in for our hotel (didn’t even know you could – how modern!) but we hadn’t actually been to our room, and we also need to collect our Providence Bruins ice hockey tickets, so we took a really leisurely walk back to our Hotel/Mall/Convention Center/other-things complex through beautiful Providence.  It was so quiet and peaceful – no one was about!  I guess everyone stays in on a Sunday.

We stopped at Panera for some cinnamon rolls and free WiFi, went over to collect our ice hockey tickets, then took our bags to our room (once we found our way to the lobby).  We hung out in the gorgeous room for while, before walking back to the Dunkin Donuts Center for my first ice hockey match in over a decade.  First up – shopping and I bought myself a puck and a cute little zamboni.  We found our seats, sat through three anthems song by children, and then the bout started.  We managed to get buy-one-get-one-free tickets so it cost us barely a thing, and it was genuinely a really great match.  The Providence Bruins were playing the St John’s Ice Caps – both in the American Hockey League, although the Ice Caps are Canadian so that’s confusing.  It felt so American – Fan Cam, people cheering the fights, and Husband and I even got on kiss cam.  To complete the American experience, I decided to get a hot dog after the first period.

I should not have done this.

Walking back down the stairs to our seats, I was concentrating more on not dropping the hot dog then where I was putting my foot, and I inevitably fell down the stairs.  It was so embarrassing – I fell right next to a bunch of people and the usher was yelling across the bleachers “Ma’am?  Are you ok?”  I just wanted the floor to open up!  It was only when I stood up (hot dog still in hand – hooray!) that I realised my left ankle was killing me, as was my right big toe.  I honestly thought I had broken my ankle, but thank goodness I hadn’t, and I managed to limp down the rest of the stairs without further incident.  I suspect I may have broken my toe though, as I still can’t really bend it that well over three weeks later.

Obviously you’re thinking that my wonderful Husband rushed to my aide.  No.  He was checking the weather back at home.


Providence Bruins

Anyway, we watched the rest of the match with my leg up on the chairs next to me.  The Bruins won 5-2, everyone cheering and going home happy.  I dragged my sorry ass back to the hotel in excruciating pain, stopping at the CVS on the way to get some ankle support.  But hey, if I hadn’t have gone in this CVS, then I wouldn’t have found the Cover Girl Hunger Games display and bought some nail wraps from the Capitol Collection, so maybe I was meant to almost break my ankle so I could find them (bright side).

Back at the hotel, I propped my foot up on the bed and googled sprains, whilst Husband looked at what dinner places were nearby.  We thought we’d be ok as there was a bunch of restaurants in the mall (including the Cheesecake Factory – WOO!) but as I hobbled up and down Francis Street, we soon realised that everywhere was packed solid.  The last place we tried was Joe’s American Bar and Grill, which fortunately had a table (a table with a crappy broken booth, but that’s ok).

Dinner eaten, I realised I wanted/needed painkillers for my hideously swollen ankle so into the CVS we went again – no Cover Girl for me this time – and then back to the room where I watched Revenge whilst elevating my leg, all the while wondering how on earth I was going to survive the next three days walking around Boston.

And I’m still wearing my ankle support over three weeks later.  Oopsie.

Day Ten: Hyannis, MA – Martha’s Vineyard, MA – Hyannis, MA


Edgartown Harbor

Miles travelled
Driving – 40.  Boat – about 30 (I think).  Bus – about 20.

Where we stayed
Still at the Doubletree Hilton in Hyannis, MA.  This was the morning we woke at 5am.  Ugh.

Where we ate
Brunch was coffee and a cookie from Mocha Mott’s in Vineyard Haven.
Dinner was at Wendy’s back in Hyannis.  Husband had become obsessed with a Wendy’s ad we saw on TV at the beginning of the trip, and in particular, the Pretzel Pub Chicken burger.  We then didn’t go anywhere near a Wendy’s until Hyannis, so we took our opportunity whilst we could.

Day Ten

To say we didn’t sleep very well is an understatement, so we didn’t get off to the best of starts.  But we knew we wanted to spend most of the day on Martha’s Vineyard, so we were pretty confident that our day would improve.

We had two options for getting to Martha’s Vineyard.  There was a ferry from Hyannis but it was a bit pricy, and not very convenient for our schedule.  The cheaper, more regular ferry was from Woods Hole and to get there took a 45 minute drive, then half an hour bus ride.  I’m not entirely sure why you’re not allowed to park at Woods Hole, but we played by the rules and grabbed a shuttle bus just as it was leaving the car park.  We didn’t have that long to wait for the Steamship Authority ferry, so bought our tickets for $16 each (round trip), and quickly boarded the boat.  It wasn’t the most luxurious of boats, but it got us there in about 45 minutes.


Martha’s Vineyard ferry

Once we reached Vineyard Haven, we walked up to Main Street to get a coffee at Mocha Mott’s.  We people watched from the tables on the pavement, and then decided to jump on a bus going to Edgartown, a little bit further south.  We just missed the direct bus, so got the next one which stopped in Oak Bluffs first.  It cost us $3 one way ($1 per town) but we could have bought a day pass for $7 if we wanted to travel round a bit more.

Oak Bluffs was exactly like an cute British seaside town.  There were geese on the village green, ice cream parlours and boutique shops, and a beautiful sandy beach.  Edgartown was just as picturesque, and was hosting a trick or treat event on Main Street as we got there – costumed children everywhere!  The first we knew of it was when a very cute little Batman got on our bus, and some Ninja Turtles then walked passed as the bus stopped.  Mario and Luigi made me laugh, as did the child dressed up as the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man – the quality and variation of costumes was amazing!  There were signs up in the shops who were taking part (oddly enough, not the wine shop) and the street was packed.  We’re so glad we saw it!

We had a walk down to the harbor, and then went over to Martha’s Vineyard Museum for an hour or so of looking around.  I was really impressed with the quality of the exhibits and learnt a lot about the history of the island.  There was a really great Fresnel lens in the grounds as well, and it was amazing to see it up close.


Martha’s Vineyard Museum

We had planned to go to the JFK museum back in Hyannis in the afternoon, so got the bus back to Vineyard Haven, only to see the boat we wanted to be on pull out of the harbor.  We had over an hour wait for the next one, so hung out with the WiFi in the ferry terminal (and also partly because we were hiding from a crazy person).  We would love to go back to Martha’s Vineyard again in future as we’ve heard some really great things about the west of the island and how beautiful the cliffs are, so we do want to spend more time here.

The sea was a bit rough on the way back, and I genuinely couldn’t wait for the trip to come to and end.  I think this is the only time I have ever been travel sick in my adult life – I felt so yucky.  We disembarked the ferry to get the shuttle bus back and it was quite chaotic.  There were far too many passengers for shuttle buses, but fortunately, we’d had to park in an overflow car park and not many people were going to this one so we managed to squeeze on a bus.

We paid the $8 for parking, and then we were on our way back to Hyannis, stopping at the Wendy’s on the way.  I decided I needed some sugar, so walked across the road to the Honey Dew Donuts.  If it wasn’t for the guy sat inside, I wouldn’t have thought it was open as there wasn’t any staff inside, but after a couple of minutes of confusion, someone appeared behind the counter.  Husband got a sprinkles doughnut and I got myself a jelly one.  Absolutely shattered, we slumped into bed to read after wiping the sugar and jelly from our faces.

The last thing I wrote in my journal entry for the day was “Hope we get a good night sleep”.  I feel like I cursed us.

Day Nine: Mashantucket, CT – Provincetown, MA – Hyannis, MA

Race Point

Race Point

Miles travelled

Where we stayed
Doubletree Hilton, Hyannis, MA.  We stayed here two nights, as we couldn’t get anywhere decent further up Cape Cod, but it turned out to be a bit of a disaster.  We didn’t sleep at all – the walls were so thin that we could hear everything going on outside (the air conditioning generator and pool room) and next door.  It didn’t help that our neighbours decided to have a shower at 5am.

Where we ate
Lunch was a very tired and almost tearful donut at Dunkin Donuts somewhere on the way back from Race Point.  We desperately needed caffeine and sugar, and this was the only thing we could find.
Dinner was much cheerier – The Black Cat Tavern, Hyannis as recommended by the front desk staff at the hotel.  I had fish and chips was was really tasty (if not quite pricy) and Husband had pistachio crusted salmon.

Day Nine

When we went to bed at Foxwoods the previous night, we were quite worried that because we were so close to the lift lobby, we wouldn’t get any sleep.  Thankfully, we were very wrong, and we ended up having one of the best sleeps so far!  I made a promise that I wouldn’t gamble this morning so our walk to breakfast was slot machine free.  I was still in a grump over losing last night, so I probably wouldn’t have done anyway.  We walked back towards the Great Cedar hotel to go to Panera Bread for breakfast.  I don’t ever remember seeing Panera on my previous west coast trips, they were everywhere in New England.  I’m sad I didn’t visit earlier though, as I got very quickly addicted to their cinnamon rolls.  We sat and watched buzzards flying overhead as we ate our breakfast, and observed that we were completely surrounded by old people (not the image I’m sure Foxwoods want to promote!) before packing up and shipping out.

This is where we made a mistake with our planning.  We were driving over to Hyannis in Cape Cod where we’d spend two nights, and we knew we wanted to do both Martha’s Vineyard and the tip of Cape Cod, so we decided to leave Martha’s Vineyard for the Saturday and drive up Cape Cod today.  What we hadn’t factored in was that we’d do a 2 hour drive to Hyannis, then an hour and a half to Race Point, an hour and a half back, and by then we’d be so tired we wanted to cry.

Anyway, all this was to come – what a wonderful surprise we had in store for us.

We drove the first part without a problem – 2 hours into Hyannis, but before we checked in to the hotel we made a stop at the Cape Cod Potato Chip factory.  We originally joked about going to visit, but after buying some amazing waffle chips from Hannaford’s yesterday morning, we couldn’t say no.  It was a great little tour – essentially a series of windows into the production line where you could see potatoes going in and chips coming out.  It was really fun to watch, and completely free!  At the end of the tour, they had a shop where you could take two free bags of chips.  We chatted to the guy in the shop for ages – he was really lovely and we ended up buying some more chips, a bag clip, a t-shirt, and a tote bag.  I miss Cape Cod chips already 😦

Cape Cod chips

Cape Cod Potato Chips

We dumped out bags at the hotel, had another great chat with the front desk staff, and drove up to Race Point beach.  I don’t regret doing it at all, but it was so incredibly windy that I don’t think we appreciated the beach as well as we could have done.  It was stunning, and I can just imagine how packed it is in the summer.  We walked about 500 metres down the beach, before we couldn’t stand the wind and retreated back to the car.  Our ears and jaws were in so much pain!  As we stood on the beach (before we were overcome with excruciating ear pain) we both said how weird it was that this morning, we were walking through a darkened casino and now we were on a beautiful sandy beach.  Quite surreal!

On the way back down the Cape, we came very close to witnessing a massive car accident, and there was a car a little way in front of us weaving all over the road, almost slamming into any car that went near it.  When we eventually overtook it, we found out why – the woman was texting and not even looking at the road!  It was terrifying how little care she was taking!  We drove passed her as quickly as we could.  We also experienced our first school bus stop – we were on the other side of the road but we still had to stop when the bus lights started flashing.  We’d read about this law before we went over and thought people surely wouldn’t abide by the law, but they did!  It was very surprising.


Now feeling so very very tired, we stopped at a Dunkin Donuts to have some coffee and it took so long to actually get served that we almost collapsed with relief when we finally had coffee in our hands.  We got back to the hotel for our usual afternoon chill out, before getting changed for dinner.  We walked to Main Street Hyannis and then to the Harbor – it took about 15 minutes and it was a fairly easy walk.  We went to the Black Cat Tavern to have a fishy dinner which was very tasty.  The restaurant was really busy and lively, and it was a fun place to eat – a great recommendation.  We walked back to the hotel, taking a different route so we could see the other part of the main town, and settled in for sleep.

Day Eight: Bennington, VT – South Deerfield, MA – Mashantucket, CT


My favourite machine (which was not good to me this time)

Miles travelled

Where we stayed
A Producer Suite at the MGM Grand in Foxwoods Resort Casino, Mashantucket, CT.  We booked this a couple of months ago, and managed to get a really great rate and Quidco cashback booking through Expedia.  And thank goodness we did book it then as the price more than doubled in recent weeks.  It was a fantastic room through – big jetted tub, separate living room area, and an amazing view over the Mashantucket Pequot Reservation.  The only negative about this room was we weren’t able to check in for an hour when we got there, and the front desk staff confused us greatly about this, so we ended up just hanging about waiting when all we wanted to do was relax.

Where we ate
Coffee and a doughnut at Mrs Claus’ Cafe (yes,really) for lunch.
We went to Fuddruckers in Foxwoods for dinner.  Husband had a Southwest burger which had bacon, guacamole and cheese, I just had a cheeseburger and loaded up on salad at the produce bar.

Day Eight

Today was very odd.  Very odd.  But those of you who know me will know that I do like the odd.  We also didn’t appreciate this at the time, but this was the last our of free breakfasts, and my last waffle – boo!  If we’d realised this, I’m sure we would have celebrated it more.  Instead, we just packed up and got started on another long drive.  We popped over to the Hannaford’s supermarket as we left the hotel – I do love a good overseas supermarket – and stocked up on road trip snacks.

We took Highway 9 over the Green Mountains and were again treated to a beautiful drive.  We then drove south across the state line to Massachusetts, and into Deerfield, MA to… the Yankee Candle Flagship Store.  Yes, you read that right.  We watched Undercover Boss a while ago, and the boss of Yankee Candle went and worked at this store in Deerfield, so we thought it would be fun to visit.  What we didn’t expect was an immense 90,000 square feet sprawling megastore.  I’m not entirely sure that megastore even covers it.  Obviously there were quite a lot of candles, but there was also Bavarian Christmas Village, indoor forest with snow and a waterfall, more candles, toy department, home department, a variety of make-your-own candles, make your own wax hand (!) and then some more candles.

It was insane.  Coach parties stop here – COACH PARTIES!!!  They give you a map when you walk through the door!  We got lost at one point!  They made a point of telling us which entrance we’d gone in so we could find out way back to the car.  Only in America.

Yankee Candle

Yankee Candle Deerfield flagship

I love Christmas, but I have a personal rule that I can’t look at Christmas presents or decorations until December, however this place has “The World’s Greatest Christmas Shop” so of course I had to break my rule.  I was very close to spending the rest of my holiday spending money in the Christmas Village, and it was a struggle to decide on what decoration to get.  Husband and I have a tradition of buying one new tree decoration a year which reminds us of a big holiday or trip, so when I saw a Father Christmas climbing a lighthouse, I had to buy it.  They also had a display of Coca Cola decorations (“Holidays are Coming!”) and as my Mum is obsessed with the advert, I had to get her something from there.

The little lighted village decorations were adorable, and they even had Halloween villages which I really wanted to buy.  I spent ages in this section filming the cute houses and stores.

Part of the Undercover Boss episode focussed on the wax hands area of the store and I thought I’d have a go, even if the hand would eventually get smashed up by baggage handlers.  But as I stood and watched a kid dipping his hand in the warm wax, I got a little bit creeped out and decided against.  There were wax hands on a shelf and they looked so freaky!  So I backed away from that.

After stopping for a coffee at Mrs Claus’ Cafe, we bought 12 pick and mix votives/wax tarts of scents we don’t think we can get in the UK – I did want to get some of the glass jars, but I really wouldn’t have been able to fit them in my suitcase.  We had voucher for free fragrance spheres, so we grabbed some of those, and they’re actually really good – I’m sad they don’t sell those in the UK.  We poked our head in the museum as well, but it was quite small, although we did see these insanely patriotic candles so thank goodness we didn’t miss those.

Frankly, I can’t believe I’ve written almost 500 words on a CANDLE SHOP so I think it’s probably time to move on.

We made a quick detour to drive through Historic Deerfield and this village was beautiful – old colonial houses in what is described as  an “open-air living history museum”.  If we hadn’t spent hours upon hours in a freaking mega-candle-warehouse, we might have stopped but instead we just had a quick drive about.  We almost ran over the hoards of posh school children who seemed to just be roaming about, which caused Husband to yell “Warbler in the road” and make me snort with laughter for about an hour.

We then experienced our most nerve wracking drive so far as we travelled further south.  Up until now, the most built up areas we’d driven through were towns with populations around 40,000 – 60,000, so quite similar to the towns I live in and near.  Springfield, MA seemed ridiculously big and scary, and just as we were getting over that, we hit Hartford, CT.  A population of 125,000!  What were all these frightening big towers and massive four lane roads?!?!?!    There was a huge sigh of relief from both of us when we got back out into the country again and onto Route 2.

From candles to casinos.  Rising from the Mashantucket Pequot Reservation in front of us was Foxwoods resort and casino, our room for the night and place where I would of course make my millions (spoiler alert – I didn’t).  We had a very frustrating check in experience when the front desk staff throughly confused the heck out of us, whilst simultaneously tried to distract us by randomly yelling “I like your hair!” and “Do you like chocolate?” – I do appreciate that they were trying to keep us sweet, but when I’m trying to find out why our room isn’t ready, yelling this nonsense didn’t help!  We eventually managed to get out of them that our room would be ready at 4, so we dropped out bags in storage, and went and had a coffee whilst we waited for them to call us.

We sat in this quite empty coffee ‘shop’ listening to these incredibly annoying app developers putting together some kind of Apple pitch over Skype, and when we couldn’t put up with them anymore, we went back to see if we could have our room.  It was ready (despite them not giving us a call – naughty Foxwoods).   However, it was worth the wait as the room was stunning with an amazing view.


Our view

We freshened up, and then went down to explore the resort which was remarkably huge (second largest in the USA).  We walked all the way from our hotel at MGM to the Great Cedar hotel and back again, trying to spot where the good slot machines were and where we were going to stop for dinner.

The Sex and the City slot machine called me first, and I managed to double my initial bet straight off with a Miranda bonus (and the woman next to me cheering along).  I really liked this machine when I played it in Las Vegas, so I was pleased it was being kind to me again.  I then promptly lost it all in an Alice in Wonderland machine.  Bum.  Husband played a Fort Worth game which he enjoyed and doubled his money, but he then lost it in a Hangover machine.  The final pre-dinner machines were a different Sex and the City machine for me, and a Michael Jackson machine for Husband.  Michael did not bring him luck, and the mini-bonus that kept me going for a while gave up in the end.

We got back to the room in time for sunset and unsuccessfully tried to photograph it, before going back down for dinner at Fuddruckers for some very yummy burgers.  We were sat in a Marilyn Monroe booth in the middle of the restaurant which gave us a great vantage point for people watching.

Two last machines for tonight – we found two unoccupied Wizard of Oz machines next to each other which is so very rare, so we jumped on these for twenty minutes of losing our money.  BOO!  Grumpy at not winning anything, we went back to our room and luxuriated in our jetted bath, before falling asleep in the lovely bed.

This entry has taken me the entire afternoon to write.  Congratulations if you have actually managed to read it all without falling asleep.

Day Seven: Burlington, VT – Manchester, VT – Bennington, VT


Church Street, Burlington, VT

Miles travelled

Where we stayed
Hampton Inn, Bennington, VT.  It was a massive room with really comfy bed, but for some reason I only booked a room with a shower which for me was a DISASTER!

Where we ate
A quick stop at McDonalds for lunch (yes I know, terribly bad, but we were on the road!)
We went to Chili’s for dinner, and I’ve since discovered this is another thing we don’t have in the UK (used to, but I think it went under).  The waitress we had was ADORABLE.  She loved our accent and my purse, and was so incredibly cheery.  I loved her.  Anyway, I had a Quesadilla Explosion Salad (soooo much chicken and cheese!) and Husband had a Bacon Ranch Quesadilla.  We were stuffed and had to waddle back to our hotel across the parking lot.  WADDLE!

Day Seven

I was just looking through my photos from today, and I really didn’t take that many.  Again, it was a “we need to stop halfway” type of day, as our ultimate goal was Connecticut.  Anyway, it was quite busy in the breakfast room again, and I only felt like a banana so we didn’t spend that long before setting off.  We parked at Burlington Mall and walked straight down to Lake Champlain.  I’d hoped for a boat trip but once again, we’d missed the season, so we just walked along the waterfront for a bit.

Lake Champlain

Lake Champlain

Back up into town after a wander, we stopped at Starbucks for a quick coffee and then walked down the pedestrianised Church Street.  Modelled on Copenhagen’s Strøget, the street was dotted with shops, restaurants and ski lift benches (so cute!) and really felt like the heart of Burlington.  I was very excited to find the University of Vermont shop and bought lots of merchandise to take home, so I can pretend that I work at a fancy American university instead of an ordinary British one.  We considered going up the hill to visit the University, and I’m regretting not doing so now but that just means I’ll have to go back!

This was our first experience of a being in a college town, and on our drive to Route 7 after a couple of hours in town, it was so weird so see all the big fraternity and sorority houses dotted along the road.   They have some great houses – our courts/halls really don’t compare.

So we were back on the road, and it felt like a long drive.  We drove through cute little towns, like Brandon, VT, slightly bigger towns like Rutland, VT, and then we were back in the mountains – the Green Mountains this time.  Once again America, you win with your mountains – so so beautiful that at times it looked faked!  We saw a sign for Emerald Lake State Park but, yes, you guessed it – out of season.  Never mind!

Route 7

Route 7

We did a very odd route at this point.  Normal people might look at our route and probably think we’d gone a bit insane, which I suppose we had just from being in the car for a couple of hours.  We are a bad influence on each other.  We came off Route 7 and drove through Manchester, VT – another town filled with outlet shops, but these were fancy shops.  No Old Navy here!  It was really cute though.  It wasn’t a big mall or retail park – all of the shops are just along Main Street so it gave the outlets a very down to earth, yet quite exclusive feel.  There was a McDonalds here too of course, so we had a late lunch here.

When I wasn’t concentrating on where we were supposed to be going, I read the Lonely Planet guidebook to try and find places to stop along the way.  I was scanning the Vermont pages, and read something about a Historic Route 7A.  What made it historic?  Who knows!  (As it turns out, it’s to distinguish it from Route 7 – not that historic really).  Not knowing any better, we thought “Hey!  We should do the historic thing!” so despite having already gone passed the exit, we turned back.  We kept expecting history to jump out at us, but all we got were ‘turning circles’ lurking around the corner.

We got into Bennington and checked into the Hampton Inn – they’ve made the lobby look super fancy!  The room was nice as well, but I was mainly using it to carry on reading Allegiant.  We did a quick Google search to see what food was in the area, and the Chili’s was in walking distance.  Not having to drive was an added bonus, so Husband could have a sneaky beer or two.  I haven’t been to a Chili’s before, and we stuffed our faces with really nice food.  We received such great service – despite being a big chain place, we had a really good time.

We dragged ourselves back to the hotel and I settled in to finish my book.  Yes, there were tears at the end.  I had a shower (UGH!) and we fell into the very comfortable bed for a well deserved sleep.

Day Six: North Conway, NH – Waterbury, VT – Burlington, VT

Vermont roads


Miles travelled

Where we stayed
Best Western, South Burlington – again, a very pleasant room.

Where we ate
Lunch was ice cream.  Hell yes.
Dinner was at American Flatbread in Burlington, and it was so good – definitely one of my favourite meals.  We shared a massive New Vermont Sausage flatbread, and then I had a brownie for pudding, whilst Husband had carrot cake

Day Six

No watching the sunrise this morning – the view over the closed mini-golf wasn’t particularly epic – so today started quite ordinarily.  The breakfast room was packed full of French-Canadians and we weren’t used to hearing French, especially not when we were half asleep, so it felt a little surreal.  I had another go at the waffle machine and shared a waffle with Husband, and I was also very thankful for the free fruit (something I had missed at previous breakfasts).

Our drive today would be through the amazing White Mountains, and over the Kancamagus Highway.  Wowsers.  This was a beautiful road with plenty of places to stop for a wander round.  Paying for a parking permit was really quaint – you had to put $3 in an envelope with your license plate number and post it in a box in one of the car parks, then hang the receipt on your rear view mirror.  So trustworthy!  We paid for our permit at the first place we stopped – Lower Falls and made a quick visit to Falls Pond.  It was a little grey and overcast, so no beautiful blue skies for our photos but it was still really pretty.

Falls Pond

On the way to Falls Pond

We stopped again a bit further along at Sabbaday Falls, and had a lovely little walk up to the falls.  Unfortunately, it had started raining at this point, but the mist over the hills were making it look really dramatic.  If not grey.  Back down from the falls, and I decided I would be brave enough to have a drive.  There was no one else on the road, and I knew if I didn’t do it now, I wouldn’t get a better chance.  I drove for about 10 minutes up the highway and I found it so ridiculously frustrating.  Because we were going up hill, I knew what gear I wanted to be in, but the bloody automatic wanted to decide for itself.   I pulled over into a car park, gave up, and left the rest of the driving to Husband.  One last view point, and then on to one of the absolute highlights of the trip – the Ben & Jerry’s factory in Waterbury, VT.

I.  Was.  Excited.  Despite the pouring rain as we ran across the car park.  Tours are every thirty minutes, and we got there just as one left, so we wandered about the shop and the mini-museum.  First stop on the tour was the Cow Over the Moon Theater where we watched a short film about the history of Ben & Jerry’s, and then our tour guide Blair took us to the mezzanine over the production room.  No photos were allowed (Blair made sure he weeded out the ice cream spies) and we got a little wave from someone on the production line as Blair explained how the ice cream was made.  It was such a great tour, and Blair had a great sense of humour.  Someone asked if there were any new flavours coming out, and Blair said that there was a film tie-in coming out (which was then revealed that very day to be Scotchy Scotch Scotch!) so we got a bit of an exclusive there.

They were making Peanut Butter Cup so I assumed that we’d be getting a sample of that, but instead we got a (quite large) sample of Mint Choc Chunk which was delicious.

Ice Cream

Mint Choc Chunk

But this wasn’t enough ice cream for us, and we went over to the scoop shop – I had Chocolate Therapy and Husband had Maple Walnut which is apparently now only made for the scoop shop in Vermont.  I asked for a small cone and got a ridiculously sized thing – I don’t know if I misunderstood or if this was the small, but I couldn’t finish it!  The rain had died down, so we took a trip to the Flavor Graveyard to pay respects to the ghosts of ice cream past.  The first gravestone we saw was for Peanuts! Popcorn! – NO FAIR, I WOULD HAVE LOVED THAT!!

We took the obligatory comedy photo in the Ben & Jerry’s photo cut-out thingie before driving the extra half an hour to South Burlington, VT for our evening stop.  And one of my most important purchases – Allegiant by Veronica Roth – from the Barnes and Noble across the street.  Yes, I did choose the Best Western based on it’s proximity to a book store the day that Allegiant was released.  You’d all do it too.  I accidentally ended up buying two other (hard back) books as well, which would eventually be a massive pain in the arse when it came to packing my suitcase, but it was totally worth it.

I of course immediately started my read in the hotel, but I was able to tear myself away for some incredibly delicious flatbread in at American Flatbread in Burlington that evening.  This was after spotting a free space in Burlington, driving towards it, then realising it was “Mayor Parking Only”.  HEE!  The restaurant was absolutely buzzing but it took about 5 minutes before we got our table which wasn’t bad at all.  The pizza oven was in plain view, so I spent the evening mesmerised by the two bakers making up the pizzas, then a third baker whisking them into the “earthen oven” to produce a very tasty flatbread.

To walk off the yummy food and because we had free parking (something else I loved about the towns we visited), we wandered around Burlington and soaked in the college town life.  We hadn’t decided what we going going to do tomorrow at this point, but Burlington by night made us want to visit Burlington by day.  With plans decided, we drove the 10 minutes to our hotel where poor exhausted Husband fell asleep in front of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and New Girl, and I read a little bit more of Allegiant before sleep called me as well.