Although Iâ€™ve been traveling quite a bit this summer, my birthday trip was in September. I attended Kim Bernardâ€™s Maine Coast Encaustic Workshop Retreat. It was a lovely week of learning, fellowship and lots of eating. On my way there, I had a layover in Boston. I flew in to Logan Airport, and the gorgeous view made me forget all about my flying fears.
At the airport I easily made my way to the shuttle that took me to the blue line â€œTâ€ train station. The blue line took me to State street, from where I switched to the orange line and exited at North Station. During the brief wait, I enjoyed the wonderland sign. There is a charming movie, Next Stop Wonderland, but I had fun taking this sign literally, and Wonderland became my theme for the week.
The North Station happens to be right in Paul Revereâ€™s neighborhood, and since I had a 3-hour layover until my next mode of transportation, I took advantage of revisiting this tourist attraction.
I meandered the neighborhood milling with Tourists on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon, and said hello to the Revere Statue.
As I paused by a church with an amazing war hero memorial, I came upon this sign.
Loving all things legible, I had to investigate, and sure enough, demonstrations of an old printing press were held that day.
The Declaration of Independence was on the press, with custom re-created type based on the original print.
The demonstration pieces are available in the gift shop for $15, but instead I invested in â€œThe Way to Wealthâ€ for $2 by Ben Franklin.
The printer was quite forthcoming in the process of typesetting, and I highly recommend this little shop for an educational time-warp.
Being in Boston made me think of Plan Bâ€™s. My first visit to Boston was to scope out Boston University, where I had been accepted to grad school. Even then I loved exploring the city. There is something about it that â€˜vibesâ€™ with me. That plan fell through, however, and I ended up taking an alternate route to pursue my MBA, which turned out to be a fabulous experience.
Meanwhile, this workshop was a Plan B as well. Originally I had intended to go to California for another retreat, but the workshops kept shifting and ultimately the primary reason for that long journey got cancelled as well, so I switched gears to something closer to home. Once again, this change of plans turned out to be for the better (not to mention less expensive), and I am glad the universe sometimes redirects us, even if at the time we are disappointed.
Upon being redirected to Revereâ€™s House by the print shop assistant, I took the obligatory photo of that landmark.
I meandered past some eateries and settled on a snack (which wasnâ€™t much to rave about) and headed for the North Station to purchase my ticket.
It was time to take the Train to Maine and immerse myself in an encaustic adventure.