Cambridge.3

Lots of bridges,

gorgeous architecture,

and generous hospitality. Here is the picture-perfect breakfast that Mrs. Lawrence made before leaving to run errands long before Francisco and I, poor jet lagged souls, woke up. (Side note: There is a noticeable difference to me in my body handling jet lag when I was 18 and now that I'm 30 [okay, not quite, but close enough]. How do people travel when they're, say, 60? And how, as a little old lady, am I going to get my big, heavy carry on into the overhead bin. I spend a good deal of time worrying about this.)