We were up early for a visit to an excellent Jewish deli in Brookline named Zaftigs...after the pleasingly plump figure one would have if they ate there on a daily basis! Breakfast at Zaftigs is one of the finest gastronomic treats in Brookline, with weekend waiting lines out the front door into the street.
Eleanor emerged from her hobbit hole well-rested and ready for banana waffles! It was a short walk up Harvard Street to this wonderful breakfast emporium. The staff wear B&W t-shirts with a variety of play-on-word slogans, such as Happy Challahdays, Almost Kosher and Knish Happens!
The menu describes wonderful options and the food even better than advertised. Which explains the long weekend lines and likely the long postprandial naps taken by indulgent Brooklinites.
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| Rowing fraternity on the Charles River |
After pushing back from the breakfast table, we headed across the Charles River to Cambridge, home of Eleanor's alma mater, Harvard University. On a random Tuesday morning, Harvard Square was a beehive of activity. On the grounds of Harvard Yard, there were students between classes and groups of parents and pre-freshmen getting their first glimpses of Harvard.
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| Memorial Church on Harvard Yard |
Finally, it was time to head back to Logan Airport for sad good-byes with Eleanor and a flight back to Washington Dulles. One might think this was the end of our adventure, but another story was about to unfold. While awaiting our three cases of First Crush wine at "oversize" baggage, I noticed a young woman struggling with two pieces of luggage and three large Samsonite containers...marked Uganda! After giving her a hand, she said she was staying the night in an airport hotel and showed me her hotels.com receipt. When I informed her she had booked a hotel near Washington Reagan Airport rather than Washington Dulles, she looked crestfallen. As I joined Kenny with all our baggage, our fellow traveller was trying to call the hotel to correct the problem with her prepaid room. I knew her hotel change options were very limited and schlepping from Dulles to Reagan National and back again in the morning was cruel. So, I went back over and offered to take her home with us and bring her back to Dulles in the morning. After asking to be sure I did not have any history as an axe murderer, she agreed to come to Clifton for the night.
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| Summer Root visiting from Uganda |
As it turned out, Summer was a missionary returning for another two years helping natives of eastern Uganda. She is 32, grew up in Chico, CA and had already spent three years in Africa. She showed us photos of her work with the Ugandan people and the primitive conditions in which she lived there. Her diet was mostly a corn & bean porridge with very little meat or vegetables. She has had eight recurring episodes of malaria among other illnesses. Her adventures can be viewed at: summerroot.blogspot.com
After a good nights sleep and breakfast, I drove Summer back to Dulles to catch her 13 hour flight on Ethiopian Airlines, followed by a short flight to Uganda, then 2 days of bumpy roads to Moroto in eastern Uganda. Best wishes, Summer!
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