All was quiet on Hemenway Street at 2am until the excited voices of backpackers were heard in room 205. I peeked out from behind the curtains and caught a glimpse of what all the fuss was about: a bit of slush and some snow on a car roof. Somehow I still managed to make it back to the land of nod after all the excitement: astonishing.

I had a proper lie-in until 8.30 this morning, crazy. I wasn't at breakfast until a whopping 9.30! Good job I didn't rush though as it was a freezing entrance into the world when I stepped out onto the icy pavement. Oh how the wind whipped my fragile face. I made the ten minute trek to Fenway Park, home of the Boston Red Sox. The ice tried to hinder my progress, but a few slides and a pair of sunglasses later I was home and dry. Not quite dry really, as a tree discarded a melting icicle on my head. Oh I how I love the feeling of melting ice trickling down my neck on a cold December morning.

My itinerary from the start of this trip had included the Boston Tea Party museum so I made my way over there at about noon, through the wind and China Town, over the bridge and then nothing. No ship; no museum: just a sign saying 'Boston Tea Party Highlights Coming Soon'. Another whoopee as I made my way back through the icy streets, but at least the sun was out so I couldn't really moan. I just like to make it sound worse on here!

I stopped by the theatre outside Boston Common and spent two hours watching Brothers, the new Jake Gyllenhaal film. A well-spent two hours I reckon. Although I did have a strange lumberjack shirt-wearing panting woman sitting next to me. She plonked herself next to me and I couldn't exactly move over without being rude so I simply crossed my legs the other way and watched the adverts, the many many adverts. I'm sure she was panting the whole way through the adverts: they lasted twenty minutes. Spontaneously during the film she'd get up and skip down the stairs, not lightly as she was a big girl, and then come back a few minutes later to pant once more as I tried to watch the film. It's a good job the film was excellent or who knows, I may have got annoyed with her. I'm much mellower in my twenty-third year.

A slow saunter back through Boston Common to take a few snow-covered pictures and then a stop at Dunkin Donuts to buy my first and only doughnut in America: I couldn't leave without trying one. A sickly mint chocolate doughnut and hot chocolate later and I was back repacking my bags thinking there are less than 36 hours until I see England again. And Mum and Dad of course. And Barney. And Molly. Oh and the brothers. Wonder if anyone remembers me?