(I’m a few days behind writing this due to lack of time and spotty wifi access, and even though it is currently Day Six, I had to look at my itinerary to remember what Day Four was about. There is definitely an “If it’s Tuesday, this must be Belgium” thing happening, although I have already kind of lost track of days of the week.)
On Day Four, we left one gorgeous place, Plymouth, and went to another gorgeous place, Hyannis. I’ve never been out on Cape Cod before at all, so I was really excited about it. Because we had something cancel the day before, our itinerary was moved back a bit, so we had almost three hours on our own in Hyannis which is probably about an hour too long. The town, although quaint, is not that big, and you can walk from one end of the main drag to the other and back again, with a stop for a meal, in two hours, easily.
I start every block of free time trying to extricate myself from my fellow trainees. There honestly aren’t many people I don’t like, but I don’t really like either of them. They just both have very specific and very different personalities that won’t mesh even a little. Karen is too brash and negative. Josie is hard to describe, she’s just really random and oddly blunt. And they are both antagonistic in their own ways. Neither one of them has any sense of humor that I’ve found, and being that I’m kind of annoyingly cheerful most of the time, it’s just tiring to me to be around them.
Anyway, I walked through Hyannis at a leisurely pace, had a great meal, visited the JFK Museum (which consists of a bunch of photos of his kids and not much else), and got back to the bus about half an hour early to meet Georgina before our cruise of the bay. Cranky Lady was already on the bus and frantically asking where Georgina was. I told her she wasn’t coming back until 1:00, and it was only 12:30. Then I said to her, in my cheerful voice, “The weather is so beautiful today. Did you have a nice walk through town?”
To which she replied: “No! It’s boring!”
So I left. I really did just turn around and leave without saying anything else to her. She’s clearly decided not to have a good time. What else can you say?
After a lovely cruise past the Kennedy mansions, we went up to Boston and checked into our kind of sketchy hotel. (It’s an alternate, and fortunately not one I’ll be going back to on my own tours.) But, randomly, I ran into another tour director there, one who was on the Collette trip with me in the spring. She was dropping off one group and headed back to NYC the next day, so I was able to ditch my dour companions and go have a drink with her, which was super cool.