Quick update

I am in Boston, and preparing to leave to hostel to catch a plane to Miami.
It is ten degrees warmer in Miami than it is here, and it's already ten degrees warmer here than it was in Halifax when I left. Yay.

Halifax was awesome. The remote and coastal bits of eastern Canada were awesome.

I love Boston. Yay for big cities. And it is so proud of its history (as really it should be). Harvard has a fabulous art collection. I also bought myself a new scarf (I lost the other one in Montreal) from the Museum of Fine Arts. It is very pretty.

I watched not quite ten minutes of the Obama/McCain debate. That's all I could stand of McCain.

There will be a proper update when I have time and more internet access. I've already packed my computer away, so I'm using the seven minutes of hostel computer internet I had left after printing my flight confirmation.

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I am in Miami. Well, Miami Beach.

I am watching Little Miss Sunshine and researching Disneyworld while I wait for my luggage to be delivered.
The plane out of Boston was late leaving. I was fourth last onto the connecting flight out of Newark, and my bags did not make it. So I got to make my way from there to here without having to worry about my backpack. I stopped where I had to change buses and had piece of carrot cake and an awesome smoothie (raspberry, orange, mango and banana) at a cute cafe place.

The weather here is gorgeous. I don't need my new lovely scarf. I don't even need my jumper, although it's getting a little bit nippy now it's ten thirty. I need to eat dinner. I am full up on carrot cake! Yum.

I went to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. On the free night I ended up in the Impressionist gallery. I am so sick of Impressionist art. This may because I saw so much of all of it at the Impressionism exhibition. But I know it and it's pretty. Actually, Monet really is fabulous. But it doesn't make me think different things any more. The Winslow Homer exhibition was great. I'd seen a few of his at Chicago. He's like Turner, but for the US. Maybe. Landscape watercolours, late 1800s.

They also had an exhibition of Rachel Whiteread's work. She made a plaster cast of a whole house in the early ninties. This one was most plaster casts of boxes in cabinets, and plaster casts of doors, inside out. There was also Village, a room of gutted dolls' houses with lights in them. Very, very cool.

Food now, and then trying to find a more comfortable position on this couch.