read as if it was written on Monday, Day 4, possibly part 1

I don't know where I left off, but we will try to muddle on through and get up-to-date...
It is Tuesday, we are someplace on Cape Cod, but I am going back to Monday... so bear with me?

The people we were supposed to meet in Boston on Monday called about 6:30 to report they had gotten through the highly personal examination required by TSA and were at the gate waiting to board the flight to Boston, and should be arriving about 9:00. Mr. driver had decided that they should take the hotel shuttle to where we were instead of us going to Logan International to meet them when they would exit the terminal. In spite of taking a tour of the airport when we got into town on Sunday afternoon. We checked in and discovered that the (overpriced) Hampton Inn had a shuttle service that would (theoretically) leave every twenty minutes for the airport, about ten minutes distance, and if arriving passengers would call the designated number, the shuttle would promptly pick them up to bring them to the Inn. (The Inn actually advertised a deal where you could spend the night and leave your vehicle parked in their lot, they take you to the airport and pick you up when you call upon return, having left a certificate on your dash indicating the ETA so your car would not get toad away.)

I emailed the number to call for them to get the shuttle when they arrived, and it eventually did come to pass.
They arrived at the Hampton Inn about 9:30, just in time to enjoy a second breakfast (probably no worse than the one they had at ATL waiting for their flight.) I told them to feel free to help theirselves, as I had concluded it was a One Hundred Dollar Breakfast, as the price of room was so ridiculous the desk clerks should have been wearing bandanas over their faces.

After we got sufficiently fed, we loaded up to head downtown and enjoy history. F II had done some research and wanted to go to see some local areas that were of historic note. We had to opportunity to inspect several burying grounds, churches, buildings from the 1700's era. And took a little detour, actually dropping out of the tour, after our guide in colonial garb pointed out the Parker House Inn, where we decided to have lunch: including some authentic (but not original, meaning not 300 years old) Parker House rolls, and misc. sandwiches, then ordered  Boston Cream Pie (that should have been called cake instead of pie... somewhat a misnomer and pretty disappointing to the taste buds: not worth $8 a piece... but now we can say we had Boston Cream Pie direct from the source!)

Oh, and called Gina to see if she wanted to come hang out, who conveniently was downtown getting a tag for her car, so was very available, and spent the morning touring and lunching with us.

We did not get to Bunker Hill, so guess I will have to put that on my Bucket List, along with other things we will not have time to enjoy...

Some in our party decided they should not miss the Witch Museum in Salem, which was out near the coast, north of where we spent the night, and one a wandering two-lane road through several residential communities. Some in our party chose to wait in the car, in a tow-away zone while others enjoyed the thrills and chills of the Salem Witch Museum, and nearly took a nap while awaiting a full report. The driver took this opportunity to study the (obsolete) map of Massachusetts and decide on the best route to head south back through town to go towards Cape Cod.

Which for some unknown reason he then did not take, so there was consdierable contention in the vehicle for a number of miles. I decided that silence might be the best recourse, after I suggested that we just get off at the next exit and find a place to spend the night. It got darker and darker in southeast Mass. and he continued to drive. Once again cooler heads prevailed, and we ended up at a Holiday Inn (which is apparently the ONLY place he would stay if he had a choice - more on that later...)

When we got to the Inn, there was only one room - but then the desk clerk said she had another, a second room that we could have, if we did not mind the fact that the bathroom door would not completely close. We were all so tired and ready for a little breathing room that we said Yes.... and took both. But when we got to the one that was more user friendly, handicap accessible on the first floor, we found that we could not actually open the door to access the room. No one else, including maintenance could get that stubborn door open. And we all ended up in the Last Room Available. With two double beds, and someone who was at the point of not caring sleeping on a cot stuck up against the wall. Spending the night in between clean sheets on a mattress that was similar to sleeping in a hammock. With ear plugs.