Woods Hole

We arrived in Woods Hole in good time. We missed the 6 PM bus, after a very slow ride from Monica's place to the bus station, so had a two hour wait watching 'The Soloist' on my computer. It has been raining 'cats and dogs' here and we are at 'Pie in the Sky' for a snack before we check out our cottage for the week.

We did not want to leave Boston. The day was spent at the Museum of Fine Arts in the ancient Egypt/Rome/Greece/Near East and the European Painting section. Time flew, and I could have gone on and on, but Maya reached her limit, so we took the T back to Monica's to tidy up and pack for the Cape.

The bus had internet and I have a dozen or more movies, mostly Spanish without subtitles, which is a challenge. The 'Teta Asustada' is half in Quechua and the rest in Spanish and the Spanish subtitles are not always clear to me. Am I losing my Spanish so quickly?

It is stuffy in the cottage on Memorial Circle. We will be here for a week...before I will be driving back with Maya to start our real life.