Freaky weather even by New England standards. I had to stop by the nearby Starbucks (which I am not to fond of, overpriced coffee and all) just to seek refuge from the rain (rain!!) and the chilly wind. And this is supposed to be summer! Had I known, I would have packed more warm clothes instead of shorts and t-shirts. So now I am safely esconded in my charming room (with a view) in a charming flat in charming South End, trying to soothe my chilled sensibilities (and soaked feet) with EBTG.

On a stopover in Washington, I had to re-claim my bags and re-check them in. Must be some premonition, but I stared a bit longer at my luggage as it was being loaded on the conveyer belt (like I was not seeing it ever again). I landed in Boston but apparently, my bags were still stuck in Washington. Good thing I had the foresight of packing a day's worth of clothes in my carry-on. (Yes, this advice is for anybody flying any US airlines requiring connecting flights). 

Early the following day, I called up the lost baggage help line to check if my bags were found. It was, but only after finding out that the staff taking calls was Filipino, based in a call centre in a suburb of Manila, helping me figure out what happened to my bags in Boston, from a flight from Singapore. At 7 am and after a gruelling 20 hour flight, it was bit too much for my brain (uncaffeinated, at that) to grasp but it sure was bewildering.