Saturday in Bean Town

We are safely back in Altoona! Our flights were on-time and uneventful and Tim picked us up from the Airport Shuttle last night. Edwin is watching the Germany/Spain game, so instead of watching that I'll fill you in on the rest of our time in Boston. (I have seen a lot of soccer in the past 2 weeks.)

Where did we leave off? On Saturday we took the Metro to Harvard. We had lunch at this great little hole in the wall Edwin found on urbanspoon.com (our best friend) called Veggie Planet. We had really great pizza (If you haven't picked up on it, Edwin looooves pizza.) After lunch we walked around the Harvard campus, which is beautiful (but kind of small).

Saturday night we went to a taco place called La Verdad Taqueria that is said to be "the best Mexican food in the U.S." by Bon Apetit. It was really delicious, and right by Fenway Park. There was a Red Sox game going on, and we could hear the crowd from where we were eating. It was pretty cool to see the atmosphere at Fenway around game time.

OK- I thought the recap of Saturday was done- but Edwin just reminded me of the best story ever. After eating at the taco place we walked back downtown and ended up at a bar/restaurant called Vapiano. "Walked" is generous. By the time we got there, I was practically crawling because my feet were so tired (I was, of course, wearing crappy sandals). I was a little crabby, so thankfully Edwin found Vapiano. We got 2 beers at the bar and sat on what looked like a U-shaped giant sectional couch. We were sitting in one corner of the couch. After a few minutes of being there, a large group of Asian men (plus one woman) came in. They got their drinks and decided to set up camp on the same sectional couch as us. Now, if we had been thoughtful, polite Americans we would've moved, since clearly they could've used our little corner to complete their circle of love. We chose not to move. So, we were kind of absorbed into this group of Asians who were not speaking English. After a while, more joined the party (again, clearly needing more space). It was pretty hilarious. They were having a great time, and so were we. When they toasted, we toasted. When they laughed, we laughed. We thought it was funny; they probably thought we were rude Americans. When we finally got up an hour or so later, they quickly moved into our territory- probably wondering what had taken us so long. Maybe you had to be there, but it was funny.

Hasta luego!