Crossing the water                                                                        2^nd September 2012

I finally found a new housing J and it was sure not easy to get something for just a few weeks during the beginning of the new academic year. Fortunately it turned out as a really nice place, not far away from my old dorm, just across the river on the Boston side. The moving hassle worked out quite well and I was really glad when it was finally over so I can now focus on my research again for the rest of my stay. But it was not only me, somehow the whole campus is on the move this month, since the old students were leaving and the freshmen are coming in. So it happened that also Ben had to cross back the big pond to Ireland, but we didn’t let him go before at least playing one gig ;-) Check out the video below from the Irish pub he played in.

After I just settled in my new house some friends from Munich and Mexico were in town and I certainly hosted them. I felt like a professional tour guide ;-) when I was showing them around Harvard and MIT campus last Sunday, as it was a group of 5 who coincidentally all got into Boston the last weekend. In the evening we fished some lobsters out of the Boston (supermarket) water and our Mexican chef dropped them into a bit warmer water shortly after. Delicious lobster meat and lobster Burrito made our Sunday evening.

The 4^th metaphor regarding to my headline is unfortunately less amusing but quite sad. In a biblical expression, Mr. Neil Armstrong crossed the Jordan river aged 82. Although I unfortunately never met him in person, it made me quite sad due to all my NASA relations and memories. As always, check out some pix below and see what has happened here in August. Meanwhile I will enjoy the rest of our long Labor Day weekend.

Take care and see ye,

Clemens

 

Good Bye Tang Hall! A last view to Boston Downtown...

 

...and Boston University from my room.

 

Another great Boston view from the tallest building in town - the Prudential.

 

The Fenway Park during a Red Sox game, seen from the same building a bit later.

 

Ben playing at "The Burren" Irish Pub in Boston.

 

Sorry, I know one shouldn´t play with food. Especially once it´s still alive ;-)

 

But we changed that. At least the part with being alive...

 

That´s how they look like after some minutes in hot water. And finally they also stopped to struggle...

 

delicious dinner...

 

... with Alan (left), Hubi and Diego, the Mexican Chef.

 

Concluding a great Sunday on the roof terrace of my new home with some beers in the shadow of the Boston skyline and its highest building, the Prudential.

 

Neil Armstrong, thanks for your inspiration and duties!

 

My new home, the International Fellowship House in Boston, Back Bay.

 

A nice, fancy neighboorhood...

 

...and its typical, old Bostonian houses.

 

Victor and Alfredo, two of my flatmates from Berklee University entertaining me while writing the Blog :-)