Back from the East

La Ardilla graduated from Harvard last week :) Congrats, sweety!

Her parents came up through Providence, and we got see this nice... sculpture... performance... ritual thing on the canal. They lit a bunch of torches on the water as the sun set. It was pretty cool. We have pictures.

Once we got her parents back and settled, we had to wait for her friend to come up from Houston. Although is plane was delayed. And delayed... and delayed. He got in at two in the morning, and a very kind gentleman dropped him off in Milton so we wouldn't have to drive out to the airport. There are good Samaritans out there.

We then had to wake up at 4 AM to find parking (illegal parking at that, but no ticket!), and get in line for the Commencement, which we had forged tickets too the day before. They didn't even look at the forgeries. Oh those crazy Bostonians. So much effort with no appreciation.
After the procession through, we sat through a few speeches, and then headed over to get lunch with the other Divinity grads. Ardilla got her fancy diploma all in Latin too. Very nice. Too bad none of us could read it.

After that we sat through the Harvard President chastise the state of Massachusetts in a speech to the alumni association for even the thought of taxing the Harvard endowment (a ludicrous idea for sure, but she's preaching to the choir). FINALLY she yields, and we got to hear a very lovely speech by JK Rowling for the "Graduates" still in the audience. Which really it was a bunch of young kids with their parents. Which made the prior "endowment soap box" speech a bit... well... even more out of place.

Then we had dinner... then we had to get up early again to drive her parents back to Providence to catch their plane.
So let me just say at this point that in three days, Ardilla and I had about 8 hours of sleep. Nice. On top of that, her friend's plane back was delayed. So we got another day hanging out with him which was good. We got lost in traffic. Ardilla figured out that my secret "horrible frustration" point is sitting in the passenger seat. I am a horrible side-seat driver. Don't ask me why. In the back seat I'm fine. Maybe its because I can see things better :P Or in the back seat I can at least see any cars about to slam into us from behind (as my brother I"m sure remembers happened back on Memorial that day after he just got his car out of the shop).
But she did great with the graduation. She rented a car, she figured out where to go, she did some GREAT driving in Boston. I was very proud of her, and she should be very proud of herself. She's graduated, she's done, she's home.

Now we just have to get through the wedding ;)

Te amo mucho, sweety. Feliz cumple a tu mama.