This is the last day of official activity of our trip. I’ll miss you East Coast, and all the times I've jay wal---wait I'm not supposed to talk about that. I’ll keep this one short because you're probably tired of reading my blogs and I'm running out of fuel to write quality material. Remember all the misfortunes of our first day in Boston? Well, we ended up going back to the Skywalk Observatory, and made a successful visit to the Boston Public Library. The only thing left was the Black Heritage Trail. We also gave a self-guided walking tour for this, but I was pretty proud of this one since I was able to utilize my US history knowledge (huzzah for Robert Shaw and the 54th battle regiment). Our Black Heritage Trail tour was quickly followed by a tour of the Freedom Trail. The thing about this tour is that our tour guide completely manifested herself into the character of a women during the Revolutionary War with a profuse hate for war hero Paul Revere. If you're interested in the reason for her hate, you can make a quick visit to Boston and go on the tour yourself.
Wouldn't be a trip to Boston without a trip to Harvard, or as the other nine will probably tell you, “Havahd”. We got lucky and found a tour the moment we stepped up from the station. In fact, it our luck was so unreal that our staff Judy made sure to research the tour group to make sure the tour wasn't a credit card scam. Harvard is the most known school in the world for a reason, and the tour made it quite clear why that is. Our last stop of the entire trip was Quincy Market, essentially a pier marketplace with expensive seafood and near-suicidal street performers. So basically, every other pier. I couldn't help but think of San Francisco’s Pier 39, not so much because of the resemblance, but because I really wanted to go home. Too bad we have three days of camping right afterwards.