We stopped in Pittsburgh for a couple of nights and discovered that it's beautiful. Previously, I wouldn't have considered Pittsburgh an ideal place to visit... perhaps because its name brings to mind armpits. or large holes in the ground. But Pittsburgh isn't a pit. It's a beautiful city built on sloping hills, cut into segments by a winding river. Seriously, they should hire a PR firm, because I thought I had more reasons to visit Branson, MO.
Then it was on to Rochester for some repeat experiences. Remember Bo? Remember the trash plate? This time Bo showed us the trash plate 2.0 (with pulled pork!) and the other things that Rochester has to offer. We visited the cemetery that housed both Frederick Douglass and Susan B. Anthony and, in keeping with Jewish tradition, left stones at their graves. The puppet shows were well received, and Matt even got the chance to do a workshop!
Then it was on to Vermont for the best day ever! This was my first visit to the state, and it was love at first sight. We stayed with Sarah, Matt's former Americorps teammate, and her husband, JP, in their rustic cabin on a hill. It was like the summer vacation that dreams are made of. Norman Rockwell's dreams. We picked a gallon of blueberries at an orchard, visited the world-renowned Sandglass Puppet Theater, and swam beneath a waterfall. We ate fresh food straight from JP's garden, 
watched the locals make some cheddar, and learned the many uses of maple syrup. Matt walked around the whole time with a goofy grin on his face, saying things like, "Vermont in summer is the way life is supposed to be lived." If puppetry doesn't work out, we can take up the job of advertising for the state tourism industry; Visit Vermont.
NOW: BOSTON. Again. For longer.song title.
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