Cambridge and the last of Boston

After completing the trail, it was time to find some food.  We were

dinner after a long day on the Freedom Trail

just ambling back toward the subway station and found a restaurant at Quincy Market (north building) to go ahead and try.  We did have to get the stroller up the stairs to the dining room as the bar area was too loud.  The staff were very nice in finding us a table that  Oscar could play at and they had fresh mussels which were probably the best we’ve had since leaving the Netherlands 

Memorial hall on Harvard's campus

(which is saying something).  Although, John did have to order his garlic fries separate and did tell the waitress that frites should always come with the moules like they do in Europe….I had Yankee pot roast which was so tender that they must have been cooking it since the restaurant opened in

Harvard Campus

 1861 or something like that.  It was a good meal and Oscar ate in his high chair beside us for a true family dinner before we headed back to the subway station and hotel so that John could read proofs for an article that is being published.  At least it was the last bit of work that he needed to do on this trip. 

BU sailing team on the Charles River

 We were able to get a good night’s sleep before John took the train the next morning to the conference in order to hear some papers.  Oscar and I got to take our time with breakfast, packing up and leaving the hotel before deciding to visit Harvard.  I had visions of Oscar in his stroller, us strolling along

Boston University College of Theology where MLK studied

 tree lined paths on the quad and seeing the great school in all of its glory.  Because the bridge on the way to BU pointed the way across the Charles River to Harvard, I just assumed that I would be able to find it when I crossed the river to Cambridge.  What I didn’t bet on was Cambridge being a

the only ivy covered building I could find on BU's campus

warren of diagonally cut streets that have no signs on them.  So, while Oscar slept in the back, I drove all around Cambridge, Somerville and had to turn around from going back to Boston several times in my attempts to find Harvard University.  We did pass MIT buildings and many other

Boston Common

buildings as well, but nothing that looked like a college campus.  Oscar will obviously never go to this school because his mother is too stupid to even find the campus….eventually we made it to some buildings that looked like things that I had seen in pictures and was 

John getting questions after giving his paper

 able to stop the car in tow zones for jumping out, taking a picture and jumping back in before moving on.  There was nowhere to park on this campus and there were not as many green spaces as I thought that there would be.

Bunker Hill monument

 So, my stroll around the Harvard grounds was not to be and now we had to find our way back to Boston University through this confusing stretch to pick up John.  Luckily, there was so much construction going on in Cambridge that I was able to ask a lady pushing a stroller at one point while stopped and a police officer while stopped at another point for directions and we made it back in time to catch John as he came out of his conference.