Day (11): Don't Walk This Way- We're Kanoodling

Useless me, all alone in Boston. What a travesty. Ha. I began my day with a proper 2 hour visit to the Boston Public Library, a little piece of heaven on earth. I picked up about 20 items I thought I could process in my visit here, mainly movies and CD's. I processed about half of them. The day was bright and beautiful, and with nothing better to do, I picked a spot on the Common to tan and read one of my favorite books (loved and hated by many) The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I was so feeling these emotions this summer that I thought it would be a nice reflective piece to bridge my time at Home-home versus that in my traveling home. Rebecca joined me when she didn't have to do schoolwork, something I feel like I've all but forgotten about. Later we went to dinner, and then the two of us shared a romatic evening (and by that I mean, a very friendly evening. Sorry, Nims.) in Boston's little Italy, the North End. We swung through Mike's Pastry to pick up a canoli or to and headed out to the WHarf, yes WHarf, to look at the harbor and consume fattening foods, my personal favorite pastime. Around the corner come a gaggle of tourists. We don't want them ruining the atmosphere of this moment. So we start kanoodling, much like many of you Knoxvillians did with me this summer. You know who you are. Off they go, with the guide talking about not interrupting us and all the tourists feeling a little uncomf and casting judgmental glances. Naturally, I laugh about this for about the next 5 hours and 23 minutes. I knew I loved this city for a reason.