I Know Why I Don't Live in Boston

Because living in a city where you must depend on

public transport even in crappy weather sucks. Danielle and I were committed to venturing out despite

the torrential rainstorm. We ate at a little pizzeria in the

Beacon Hill area called Figs. I ordered a pizza with fig and

prosciutto--it was delicious. I took an occasional peak out

from under my umbrella at the beautiful rowhouses

as we hurried along through the streets.

Here we are competing at the negotiation competition.

(Just to prove we were doing conference stuff during the day).