The beginning of life in Boston

The plane door cranks open and the melting air hits me – Hello United Sates! Jeeps cruising around the airport field as people bustle about, laden with bags and sweltering with the afternoon sunshine! Customs are swift and the security checks are thoroughly time consuming but efficient.
My First impressions…

·         Tanned locals contrast my obviously Scottish milk bottle complexion

·         Everyone runs, good to know health awareness in big and you very rarely see a typical obese stereotype.

·         ‘America runs on Dunkin’