Solo Adventuring in Boston. Day 2. November 5, 2019

I started my day at 8 am. 8 am is a luxury. 8 am is dreamy. I love 8 am.

I made myself a bowl of instant oatmeal, maple and brown sugar, it tastes like sweet sawdust. I need it to put a layer of food in my belly so I can function and work out. Then I worked out in the gym in the hotel. I brought my laptop (I put it down on a towel, gym germs gross me out). I wore my can headphones and did my workouts. (Thanks, Coach!!). It was awesome. I did some weight training, then some stretching. Jericho is the teacher. She has 0% body fat, she wears loads of make up, and her red hair goes down to her ass. She’s the perfect exercise Barbie. I really ike her and her workouts, but I’d love a teacher that rebels against the bullshit standard for beauty and fitness. I’d so love it if she had even a tiny roll on her belly. 0% body fat is unattainable if you eat food, it’s not realistic, it’s not kind. Maybe you have 0% body fat and your are kind and you eat food. I do not mean to offend anyone. I like to watch the woman next to Jericho. She has big thighs and a big butt. I love her.

I came back upstairs, showered and requested my Lyft. I went into Boston to a cafe called Milkweed where they don’t know what a split shot is, (aka half caff). They gave me a regular americano and a decaf americano and a third mug to mix them in. It was a nice gesture. I ordered my scrambled eggs dry and my bacon crispy. I do this for a reason. Runny scrambled eggs are disgusting and I can’t eat them. They are snotty and unacceptable, so I’ve learned that I need to be specific when I order. Being specific doesn’t help. My eggs this morning were the consistency of phlegm. Runny and slimy. My bacon was rubbery. So, back it went. Ugh. I feel like the biggest, most obnoxious, high maintenance bitch. First with the split shot, then with sending my food back. I get so nervous and upset, I want to cry. But I did it, because the alternative is not eating, and I was hungry. To be fair, they were very nice about it. And the fruit bowl I ordered was delicious. Also, I’ve worked on this a lot in therapy - therapy works! (Many thanks to my therapist!)

Next, I walked to the Museum of Fine Arts. I spent hours looking at a photography exhibit that I enjoyed thoroughly. It was food for my photography soul. I included two of my favorite pieces for you to see.

For dinner, Aaron gathered some folks from work and we went to a swanky, delicious Cuban restaurant in Cambridge called Gustazo.

Home now, at the hotel. In soft clothes. Going to finish the movie we started last night, Blackklansman.

Solo vacationing is wonderful and fascinating. There are times during the day when I want to share my experience. Sometimes I talk to random people near me, just to make a connection. I want them to be interested in me, too, but they are not. We are all so separate, doing our own thing, in our own heads. Today I sat down next to a couple at the museum cafe. I had tea and a macaroon. I asked them if they had seen the Jewish exhibit. They said yes. Then I worried that it might not be OK to say “the Jewish exhibit”, so I said to them, “was that OK, that I said Jewish exhibit? I feel like it’s OK, because I am a Jew, but you wouldn’t know that about me”. They laughed and said it was OK. It was kind of a connection, a tiny one, but that’s where it ended. I always want more. They left and I drank my tea. And I was OK. I am finding that I love traveling alone, and it is also wonderful to meet up with Aaron in the evenings.

Tomorrow morning I am meeting Carla at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. I will be with my old friend. Old friends are treasures that I long for, always. They are so special and I am looking forward to seeing my dear, dear friend.

Sleep well my friends! I love you and miss you!

Love, Eden