The target today is get to Boston airport for 4.00pm.
All packed up and away we go with the intention of getting breakfast on the way, which was easier said than done.
We even stopped at a couple of places (Sandwich and East Sandwich) before we finally found a place we could eat, just the other side of cape Cod Canal.
With all the day to drive a relatively short distance we stuck to the picturesque routes, many of which weren't quite as attractive or interesting as the map suggested they might be, but Plymouth was nice which is where we had our first serious stop after breakfast.
Plymouth has:
Moving on and more alternate routes and we encounter a Cranberry bog (looking red, too), so that HAD to be a picture stop. Another lighthouse at Scituate, before the final "alternate route" to Boston.
Avoiding the Interstate so we didn't get held up we opted (ok I opted) to take the side road. Problem - this route is through the outskirts of Boston and all the out of town shopping malls and district centres that that entails and all the traffic light that go with it. Progress was slow and time was now getting on.
Then we reach the Interstate for Boston and the traffic delays and diversions associated with the "Big Dig". Val frantically reads the map, I try and avoid al the other cars on the road as I position to come off here, get in that lane there and everything else associated with a million cars around you in an area you don't know and taking a wrong turn is not an option.
With expert navigation and driving we make it to the Alamo rental in enough time - I hesitate to say good time - but nerves close to breaking point. There is a bus that takes passengers to the various terminals and ours is the third stop. This is when we find out some dozy induhvidual (as Scott Adams would say with emphasis on "Duh") has taken our suitcase at one of the earlier stops. I won't even begin to describe the emotions that passed through us but within quarter of an hour the case had been returned - it wouldn't have been so bad if the case had been mistaken for a similar make, but "Black" was about all they had in common.
The flights back weren't to bad, and not too late in landing so we got home more or less at the expected time. Then, as usual, it was time to get the washing on, get down to the shops for some milk for coffee and a little food in for today. Why only today - because tomorrow lunchtime we fly off again to Antwerp for a two day conference over the coming weekend coming back on Monday then work on Tuesday.
Are we mad or what?
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