Dear Boston

I'm usually a big fan of Beantown (only my grandfather calls it that, I know), but in the past few years most of my experiences with Boston have been a traveler's worst nightmare. Let's take last night for example...

We sat in Boston Logan for over three hours, ate two meals, wandered around the international terminal and waited to board the plane, only to find out that they were having "technique" difficulties and did not know when we would be leaving. When we finally did board, we spent a total of two and a half hours squished between three loud American women and a German family (the wife was yelling DON'T SMASH MY LAPTOP for a good ten minutes) before they told us that the plane could not be flown and our flight was canceled..

then we waited in line to reclaim our bags and get a hotel voucher.

All of this, the chaos, the Lufthansa people telling me that I was required to rebook my own flights, the angry foreigners and the very SAME hotel they put me up in last time bring me to one conclusion - as much as I love Boston and it's people (mainly it's men), this city sucks to travel through. We're spending the rest of the day hanging around Quincey Market until the good people at Lufthansa show up at the airport and are able to recheck and check again all of our luggage and get us new boarding passes.

Wish us luck. If this is any indication of what's to come, I'm sure we'll all be pulling our hair out by next week.