Boston Day 3

Goodmorning everyone. Well we were just awakened by 3 alarms that we set to all go off at once to be sure that we did not sleep-in and miss our bus. I am now well rested and am going to attempt a report of yesterday's happening in hopes that they turn out better than my last post.

To start we slept in, we were going to go and watch the sun rise over the ocean. On the flight from Seattle I realized that I have never seen the sun rise over the ocean; I have only seen it set over the ocean, being a west coaster. However, that did not happen yesterday so we are planning a second attempt on Saturday.

After sleeping in and putzing around the hotel room, slow morning, we headed out to do some shopping, more so store gazing, down the ritzy shopping street. We poked around a very expensive thrift shop, had an olive oil tasting at a ritzy olive oil store and looked at very expensive antiques at an antique store.

As we were walking past a older stone church we saw a hand painted sign saying "Art Show", red letters on a blue background. We decided to investigate, pulled open the heavy wooden door and found ourselves in the church atrium, rather dark with a pile of last weeks bullitens on a table directly in front of us. There was a lot of buzz coming from a room off to our right and a women wearing a bandana came out to greet us. She told us about how the church opens up its doors to homless artists, so that they have a place to work, every Wendesday. We looked at the art work which included paintings, jewlary made from sea glass, and a veriety of knitted and croched art, which were all located at one far end of the room. Int he rest of the rorom were the artists who were busily working, chatting with friends over a cheap muffin, or looking up inquizatively at the visiters, that being us. The women told us that they church heard that there was a need for this art program and supplied all the supplies and the artists had a chance to sell their work, all the money from the sale went directly to the artists. We looked around. Caroline found a piece that depected Copley square, painted by a homless man from Equador. I also found a very nice piece that isn't, as far as I can tell, a picture of any scene in Boston. We saw the artists that had painted our treasure finds and Caroline was able to meet her artists. Mine however, has very shy and did not want to come and say hello. This for me was one of the highlights of my day.

More on yesterday later, we need to head out to catch the NYC bus right now.

Randomness of the day:

Caroline was asked three times yesterday about her height. First, what position she plays; then what time it was, which the inquirer quickly changed to "how tall are you"; and lastly by some random man we walked past in Quency market who told her that she would get along with his 7'4" couisin.