My response is below.
I continued to write at my aunt's house in her front yard, I enjoyed the warmth of the sun and the variety of birds that visited her bird feeders. I wrote until the gnats began eat me for breakfast.
In the airport, I put away my manuscript and began to document my airport experience (from airport security to people waiting in the airport).
I would have liked to write on the "T" (Boston's subway) if there had been more time. The people were very interesting to look at.
It is a different feeling when you write in a new place. You notice the scenery, smells, and sounds. I resolve to take my notebook everywhere I go!