To Boston Pt. 3 of 3

After some dinner, we had a little bit of time before we had to get back to the airport for our flight and we happened to walk by Paul Rever's historic home as we trekked northward towards the train station for the airport.  It was a small and rather unassuming location, but this place definitely has something that Colorado doesn't with its ever-present remnants of American history.

It was actually quite cold out, so we hurriedly walked about.  We found this seagull up towards the harbor where we would try to take the train to the airport.  The wind's biting cold was enough to get us take a few pictures and then head inside to a nearby hotel lobby to warm up.

Here is Tara in one last picture in front of the water, with something of a half-smile, half-grimace. 

Because of our super expensive cab ride from the airport when we first flew into Boston, Tara was determined to get back to the airport some cheaper way.  That turned out to be this train, which in the end was fairly straight forward but figuring out alternative modes of travel, buying tickets, not getting lost, etc. always stresses me out.  I am happy to report we did make it to the airport on time and did not get mugged in any of the sketchy train stations.

One final picture from the airplane window before returning back home to Colorado.  The trip was everything I hoped and needed it to be.  I finally had a sense of understanding of what was happening inside my heart and what kind of short- or long-term problems I was dealing with.  It felt like the road to recovery and that took a huge weight off of my shoulders.  It was also amazing to have Tara there going through this with me at every step and supporting me in my weakest hours.