I’m sure someone more eloquent than I has said something about the kind of sleep one experiences after a long day of traveling. Whatever that quote would be probably rang true for us our first night in Boston.
Greeted by a brisk, sunny day, we ventured out to follow the 2.5 mile Freedom Trail through downtown Boston. This trail is marked along the sidewalks and across the streets with red pavers: a subtle guide from one stop to the next. Hot Americanos in hand, we paused at some of our country’s most significant historic sites–the Old South Meeting House, where the meeting that initiated the Boston Tea Party took place, the Old State House where the Declaration of Independence was read (and the site of the Boston Massacre), Paul Revere’s Home and grave, and many other important venues, all relics of liberty’s childhood. It was a thought provoking and honorable experience, knowing I was standing on the very corner where our country’s rebellion from Britain began.
Because the Trail meanders through the city, we often stepped away from it in pursuit of a cute boutique or local delicacy, especially in the north end (which I ignorantly refer to as Little Italy). We had a walk through history and a Sam Adam’s brew at the Union Oyster House, espresso and macarons at The Thinking Cup, cannoli from the famous Mike’s, and eventually a creative libation at Bell In Hand, the oldest tavern in America.
To end the evening, we met up with some of Jake’s friends at Christopher’s and shared a delicious dinner and conversation. A short train ride and several rounds of Cards Against Humanity later, we were all ready for some shut-eye.
Our final full day in Boston was a cold and wet one. Props to Jake and Desi for not stabbing me for whining so much. Still, gloomy weather didn’t stop us from touring the town a new way–via trolley! Because we had hop-on/hop-off passes, we could choose which places we wanted to explore more, knowing there was a trolley and tour guide awaiting our return–both of which were pleasantly dry. Our first exploration took us through the USS Constitution, the oldest continually commissioned ship in the US Navy. It sure looked like a pirate ship to me, but what do I know?
Another stop near the end of our trolley route led to our foray in Chinatown (it’s actually called this…not another one of my pseudonyms) where we had WAY too much Chinese food, not nearly enough hot tea, and a few traditional Chinese pastries. After stopping back home to dry off and rest up, we hit Harvard Square for some dinner. Border Cafe almost satisfied my insatiable craving for chips and salsa, and Grendel’s Den was the perfect host for our word game shenanigans. Leave it to Harvard Square to provide the greatest literary themed pubs, eh?
“Anyone with gumption
and a sharp mind will take the measure
of two things: what’s said and what’s done.”