We did not make it over the water in 2009. This is the longest I have been away from Greece since I first went. Away 2 years now. But it will happen next year, we hope, and it will be wonderful.
Boston was a pleasure. Good weather. Scrod. Lobster. Accents. Friends. Biscotti. And the museum. I got to spend two wonderful mornings at the MFA. The first was spent with the Greeks and Romans, the second on American painting. This is the land of Sargent, Whistler, Homer, Eakins. What a joy to look at such beautiful paintings! Somehow it is ennobling. Or it feels that way.
For a side trip, D and I stayed at a beach shack at a motel just outside Provincetown, in Truro. There was not enough time. Provincetown is one of my favorite places on the planet. The street scene at the centre has been called Fellini-esque, but as you move out there is that end-of-land calm, permeating the place. In Provincetown there is no artificial barrier between the people and the environment. They are suffused--one with the other.