July is off to its traditional LOUD start with the 4th of July celebrations and our American love of amateur pyrotechnics and Russian roulette of keeping all the fingers intact while doing so. New Hampshire allows personal fireworks, staying on brand with “Live Free or Die” so Bandit has been a sad pup the last few days. Hopefully the supplies and novelty dwindle quickly the remainder of the week. On the upside, we can actually see the fireworks from our porch—small silver lining. In Massachusetts, fireworks are illegal, therefore FAR louder and more obnoxious until the wee hours of the morn—-yawn, long day today. Further adding insult to injury, this monstrous display was just out of sight from my window, so all noise and no show. Ah, well. Early to bed tonight!

Anywho….the Hubs and I managed to do a little exploring between rain showers this past weekend and on the 4th. A little hike along the river in town and locating a state park and lake to do some paddleboarding in. New Hampshire continues to amaze with its seemingly endless supply of hidden gems.

I finally caught a Red Sox game!! Rain delay and a loss but still loads of fun. Ate a hot dog, danced and cheered my heart out. I’ll absolutely be taking advantage of the sweet $5 employee tickets again this season.

Since my last blog post we also went to the wedding of our friend’s sweet son (and new wife)—it was so precious—so grateful we could make the trip! And…… in my typical fashion, we squeezed as much sister time, friend visiting, brunch eating, walking on the trails as possible in our brief time in town. On the way home, thanks to Hubby’s savvy instincts, we were able to swap a 3-hour layover in Miami for an instantaneous on-board to an earlier Boston flight which ultimately saved us over a day since our original flight was cancelled due to weather. Air travel is something else lately…..and this time it worked in our favor—we were due! And scored an emergency exit row—-completely to ourselves! Boom!

Last week I explored the North End of Boston (Little Italy) on my day off, finding a Mass time and confession to start the day—no shortage of Catholic Churches here. What better way to start the day than in thanksgiving for this adventure? Afterward, I meandered along some of the Boston Wharf and Freedom Trail, wept through the New England Holocaust Memorial, got a spontaneous hair cut, figured out the subway, and enjoyed the Faneuil Hall area as well. The only downside was that I spoiled my Italian dinner plans with a piece of cheesecake—-I was too full to enjoy dinner, so I’ll have to go back. Darn.

Next up…..Cambridge!!

Peace!

XO