This is Cara looking remarkably pleased to be standing upon about 15000 corpses in King's Chapel cemetary, Boston. Don't be fooled by the nicely laid-out stones: those are for show. Underneath those stones is essentially the graveyeard equivalent of "Tetrus." Bodies stacked ten deep, often buried standing. Very cosy if you're dead.

Every Canadian, at some point in their lives, will be shafted by Air Canada. It's a rite of passage like circumcision or colonoscopy, but much less pleasant. After three days in Boston, we're checking out in one hour, just two hours after Cara's luggage was delivered to us this morning. Our successful reunion with our luggage had nothing to do with Air Canada's diligent customer service, by the way. You see, when you call Air Canada to say "I still have no luggage, and tomorrow is Independance Day in America, and the streets will be closed, so could I please have my luggage tonight," they say "Actually miss, my calendar tells me Independence Day is on July 3rd, so there's no problem." Really, they do. Because they're in India, not in Boston. Apparently, in India, they don't make very good calendars. Anyway, our luggage is here only because Cara did some remarkable detective work and determined that her bag was at a Japanese language school in Andover. And Mr. Y Mori's bag is here with us. Did I say "every Canadian gets shafted by Air Canada"? Apparently, Air Canada's ambitions are more global than that.

Apart from our increasingly fetid underwear, we've had a very pleasant stay in Boston. We watched the dress rehearsal for the Boston Pops last night, we did a ton of walking, learned all about America and visited MIT, the SAIT of the South.