Bostonian

Next item of business: BOSTON trip to visit BFF Michie!! Much much fun :). I had never been to Boston so everything was new and exciting. Due to the colossal amount of pictures I took I decided to make this post a "photo diary" if you will with simple yet informative explanative captions for your viewing and reading pleasure. Enjoy :)

Me in front of the prodigious Boston Library. I'm not sure if I believe it is actually a library because I didn't see a single book the entire time I was there...

Me and Michie in the library's menagerie (this city must be loaded if they can afford to throw away 45 tons of tea and put a menagerie in the library ;))

THE building where beautiful Michie works... Little girl in the big city! So much proud :)

We walked through the Boston Commons=a magical garden in the middle of dowtown, late one night. I felt like Alice in Wonderland because it was filled with whimiscal plants and tiny mythical creatures so elusive that I could never get one on camera. I pointed one out to a passerby, who looked at me and after denying seeing the creature said, "buzzed garden-walking is drunk garden-walking." Whatever that means. Weirdo. Here is a picture of one of the crazy plants

The Commons also contained large, creepily-lit statues. This one should have been Paul Revere but for some reason was not. It monumentalized some character, whose name I did not recognize and can not now remember, we'll call Paul Revere.

Ahh this was indeed a highlight of the trip. The Jamaican Street Dance team. They kept singing a song that went like this:

"nuff people say they know they cant believe, jamaica we have a street dance team"

and then they rapped off their names like Derice, Junior, and... maybe.. Sanka? I don't know it was hard to understand them because they were speaking Jamaican. They kept talking about wanting to be in the Olympics, poor li'l guys, I didn't have the heart to tell them Jamaicans will never be Olympic street dancers. Maybe they should try something a little more applicable to their geographic region, like, say, bobsledding?

This part of the routine was called "Sacrificial Child Dance." The kid's father seemed very enthusiastic about him being a part of this segment. The increasing number of Pageant Dads in this country is cause for alarm...

And now a staple for every successful girl trip--TRYING ON TRENDY HATS AND TAKING MIRROR PICTURES WHILE YOU ARE WEARING SAID HATS YAY!!

And now the freedom walk along the famous Freedom Trail!!/lunch at one of the 6,734 Italian restaurants along the way!

And now Dance Party Nation time at one of the 6,734 clubs along the Dance Party Nation Trail downtown!! Seriously such a good time.. Dorothy! Ha!

And now Singles Ward Church at Trinity Church at Harvard Campus time! The only known LDS ward building in the world once used to hold infamous, yet effective, witch trials.

One of my favorite parts out of the favortie parts of the trip was visiting the Museum of Fine Arts! And one of my favorite tombs out of the favorite tombs was this, believed to house the entangled bodies of lovers Radames and Aida. Legend has it that after the museum closes each night, music by Elton John and Tim Rice can be heard coming from the tomb.

Finally, one of the most mind-boggling exhibits was this contemporary piece. It creates an optical illusion that appears to cut you off mid-thigh, replacing your head and torso with an eternity of blown glass vases. Amazing! M.C. Escher how do you do it...

I leave you with a brain teaser of my own. A "Find the Precious Jule" of sorts. Happy solving!

haha Loves! ;)

The past four months have been really busy and they actually haven't been that busy but I can't think of any other excuse to say except that I'm reall

Hi yall! It's so good to be back :). I didn't really go anywhere, just didn't visit the blog world for a time I guess. I missed it much though! It's sort of like coming home to my other home. My more virtual, more binary home. Still home. Let's get down to business. One of my favorite blog topics is my adventures around the world, most of which happen right here in the great state of U-T-A-H. First off, M-O-A-B, the hiking/off-roading/slick-rock biking (slicking) hippie capital of the world. Game on.

BFF Burtie and I set off on a sunny Friday afternoon for a weekend retreat of hiking under the blazing southwest sun,

cooler eating and sleeping under the multitudinous stars.

Soundtrack: strictly Amos Lee, with a dash of Bob Marley. With such a fail-safe plan as this, we expected nothing but red rock perfection. The Ab did not disappoint.

We saw Skull Arch

Walkthrough Arch Meditative State Valley
BFF Arch

And my personal favorite: Ranger Patrick.

Let me tell you a story about Ranger Patrick. After barraging him with a myriad of questions that sounded something like this, "Ranger Patrick, is Ranger really your first name?" and "Ranger Patrick, what do you do when you're not ranging?" I found out a thing or two about him. Turns out he has been a park ranger for ten years and he travels around the country's national parks learning every detail there is to know and then educating us amateurs. He was a wealth of information, an individual to be admired, respected,

feared. Also turns out his first name isn't Ranger. He calls it merely a "job title." I call it what his parents actually should have named him.

All in all, a pret-ty good time. Can't wait to return to beautiful Moab Utah! Thanks to Burt for great companionship, hike planning, and adult supervision. Mwah :)

Domo arigato! in Japanese hahaha ;)