Finally, some pictures of our fun!
A bit of street art in Brooklyn, a funny coloring book page in the really cool vegetarian diner where I had my really delicious first American meal in about a year and a half-it involved gratuitous amounts of tofu!
And as you probably already read, we visited Lady Liberty...
...and had a look at New York City.
Then it was on to Boston...
...where there are lots of red brick houses and American flags. (We spotted 7 from one vantage point.)
And just yesterday we had the perfect, fun-packed, American summer day, featuring a banana split...
...time at the beach on Cape Cod, including some sandcastle-building and burying Patrick up to his knees in sand...
...some time at a little carnival we found on the way to go mini-golfing, featuring rides on the scary, rickety ferris wheel of death, the sizzler, and and 2 back to back rides on the octopus, after which I felt like I was going to vomit...
...and finally a dinner at the most confusing Mex-Italy bistro, where we got really bad service, and some food that was neither Mexican nor Italian, and to top it all off, a rousing 18 holes of mini-golf, also known as putt-putt golf or goofy golf in other regions of the United States. Then we drove back to Boston, during which Patrick and I promptly fell asleep, leaving James to drive us back without our witty commentary. A big thanks to James for chaufeurring us around all weekend! (and putting up with all of our Beaverton stories)
A bit of street art in Brooklyn, a funny coloring book page in the really cool vegetarian diner where I had my really delicious first American meal in about a year and a half-it involved gratuitous amounts of tofu!
And as you probably already read, we visited Lady Liberty...
...and had a look at New York City.
Then it was on to Boston...
...where there are lots of red brick houses and American flags. (We spotted 7 from one vantage point.)
And just yesterday we had the perfect, fun-packed, American summer day, featuring a banana split...
...time at the beach on Cape Cod, including some sandcastle-building and burying Patrick up to his knees in sand...
...some time at a little carnival we found on the way to go mini-golfing, featuring rides on the scary, rickety ferris wheel of death, the sizzler, and and 2 back to back rides on the octopus, after which I felt like I was going to vomit...
...and finally a dinner at the most confusing Mex-Italy bistro, where we got really bad service, and some food that was neither Mexican nor Italian, and to top it all off, a rousing 18 holes of mini-golf, also known as putt-putt golf or goofy golf in other regions of the United States. Then we drove back to Boston, during which Patrick and I promptly fell asleep, leaving James to drive us back without our witty commentary. A big thanks to James for chaufeurring us around all weekend! (and putting up with all of our Beaverton stories)
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