Reflections

I'm sat in the lobby of our Boston hotel. we have three hours before we leave and I have to be visible to my group! Most of them are out and about, making the most of their remaning time.

I nipped back around to the Hancock early to get a bus-free Blip of the tower but I was thwarted by a fun run - dozens of school buses lined up to take the runners to the starting line (it finishes back in Copley Square, by MY tower). I settled for the reflected beauty of Trinity Church: in my opinion the interior is the most beautiful in Boston.


Not much sleep last night; I was awoken by the sounds of a drunken struggle in the hallway. I called security, thinking it was a group of four or five but as I put the phone down I realised it was a couple and the man was very angry with the woman.

I heard him drag her towards their room, verbally abusing her, and she started screaming. I went to help, though I was scared. By the time I opened the door, they were in their room and now her screams were of sheer terror and she wasn't stopping. Thankfully security appeared - less than thirty seconds from my call, I reckon. Those guys are heroes.

The police came; the woman, now calm and composed, said that it was all over nothing. They were taken to the station anyway, so that the woman would have a chance to speak more freely away from the man.

I'm not in a position to know what it was about but the way the woman screamed, she knew what was about to happen.
If she is a victim of domestic violence, I hope she has the courage to get away. I'd like to think that the man would see that he needs to change but I don't believe in miracles.

On a happier note, I'm still hoping to see my beloved at the airport!