Envy the lobster. I worked for a company based in Boston for several years, and was there every quarter for meetings. What would have been a great thrill for me was the seafood, but only a couple of years before nearly died from eating shrimp. Turns out I'm allergic to shell fish. Ate it all of my adult life, and had an allergic reaction at age 42 - go figure. So, while everyone else was happily breaking open soft shells at company expense, I had to content myself with just plain fish

I am so sorry Boston was such a bad day for you. It really is a great city if you don't try to drive. Since I spent so much time there, I learned how to get around. I typically stayed through the weekend after the meetings to play tourist. The first couple of weekends playing tourist I thought my legs were going to fall off - and that was before PN. But, I still loved it. I'm a history buff, and really enjoyed visiting the places I had only read about. Took several train trips up the coast as far as New Hampshire. You can do that in a day and back, but I typically found a B&B for overnight.

I didn't make it to Maine until after the onset of PN. It was an 11-day cruise I took with my parents to see New England/Canada in the fall. It boarded in NYC, went up to Nova Scotia, down the St. Lawrence into Quebec, and back down the coast into NYC. One of the stops was Bar Harbor, ME - wish we could have more than 4 hours there, and I didn't have PN.

On the return trip, we stopped for a day in Boston. By then, both my Mom (who has her own health problems) and I were exhausted, but my Dad wanted to see the sites so bad, I was glad I had spent enough time there to show him the sites and still make it easy on me (Mom never left the ship).

Even then, I know he didn't get to see everything he wanted. PN can be just as hard on family and friends, as it is on us.

Hope you get rested up soon.