It's raining, and is scheduled to for the next three days. Which makes it that much more fun to blog about our adventures two weekends ago, when the sun was shining and the weather warm.

Two Saturdays ago, we did the "tourist-in-your-own-city" thing again by finishing up the Freedom Trail, which we had started back in January.

This time we started where you're supposed to start: Boston Common, which was an adventure in itself. We listened to a saxophone ensemble, slurped down a fresh lemonade, discovered we didn't have enough cash to buy girl scout cookies from a junior scout and her cat on a leash ($4 a box?! inflation is painful), and watched tourists pose with a live statue.

playing in boston common
assessing her wares
live statue

All this before we got started on the actual Freedom Trail.

the freedom trail

We only paused for photos at most locations, since we weren't in much of a mood to pay for indoor tours when we were enjoying the glorious outdoors for free. Not to mention the natural light was incredible for photos.

park street church sign
through the gate

We spent the majority of our time in Granary Burying Ground, final resting place of Paul Revere. Maybe cemeteries seem less macabre to us because our family businesses are funeral homes and a memorial park. But it's fascinating to see an American culture long gone, what mattered to them, and the legacy they left.

Some remembered...

paul revere
for paul revere

and some forgotten.

rachel pascoe

Even more interesting than the Freedom Trail, is observing the people on the Freedom Trail. For example, we walked past two Barbie types and overheard one girl ask the other, "So what did Paul Revere DO, anyway?" I think if we tried we could have convinced them he fostered the Revolution by stealing King George's under pantaloons. Other tourists were just heartwarming.

tourist family

We also paused near Faneuil Hall where, like Boston Common, there always seems to be a commotion. That afternoon housed a combination of people protesting the healthcare bill and the break dancers that always draw a crowd.

i'm diabetic so i can't drink the koolaid
(the most creative sign: I'm diabetic so I can't drink the koolaid.)

break dancers draw a crowd

These large crowds lead to peculiar way-finding, like "yeah, we're right between the break dancers and Sam Adams." Never a dull moment!

We're lucky to be in a place we can see the sacrifices our founding fathers made for freedom juxtaposed with people exercising those freedoms. I wonder if they could have imagined where we are today. What a broken but beautiful world we live in. And I hope when it's all said and done, I will be remembered for using my freedom to make a difference. What legacy do you want to leave behind?