2619 miles east of my familiar cacti and mountain scenary sits one of the oldest cities in America: Boston, Massachusetts. Founded in 1630, this historical place is also an international center for higher education due to the many colleges and universities in the area. Additionally, Boston is considered to be a world leader in innovation and entrepreneurship. This large metropolitan area is also home to the oldest park in MLB, Fenway park– where I was lucky enough to attend a game during my visit.
When I was abroad last semester, I met someone who went to school here; however, I never would have thought to make a trip out to the East coast to visit. Nearly five months later, I found myself following the famous freedom trail, having lunch on Newberry Street and exploring downtown Boston. It’s funny how life takes its unexpected turns.
For the first few days, we spent hours enjoying famous landmarks and sites.
Despite the weather being gloomy and cold, Tuesday consisted of lunch at Quincy Market, a walk through Boston China Town and past the waterfront, a stroll through Boston Common, finished by a Mexican-food dinner at La Casa de Pedro. ¡Que rico!
The following day began with lunch at Stephanie’s on famous Newberry Street. The old buildings and small stores along the sides of the streets made for an aesthetically pleasing experience. Later, we spent a couple hours spectating a Bayern Munich soccer game on the televisions at Blackstone Grille, also downtown. While I’ve never been a huge fan of baseball, it seemed like a rite of Boston passage to attend a Red Sox game so that night, it was to the 104-year-old Fenway Park we went. It was a huge blast and the ambiance in itself makes it worth going to any game. Stadium hot dogs, nachos, picking up some Red Sox gear and witnessing a “grand slam” naturally completed the MLB experience.
Thursday rolled around and I experienced a change in the wang game. At Buff’s Pub, I was introduced to the best wings that I have ever had the pleasure to consume. So much so that we went back a few days later to get more. Following lunch, we lingered through the beautiful gardens near Boston Common before making our way to Beacon Hill.
Before returning home, it was obviously necessary to visit Brattle Bookshop: “one of America’s oldest and largest antiquarian book shops”, established 1825. It was the cutest indoor/outdoor used book place, containing works older than both our parents and grandparents.
That night, the two of us left to New York City until our return back to Boston on Saturday night where we dressed up for their second annual “Sports & Jorts” and danced my face off until I may or may not have forgotten the rest. *sarcastic upside down smiley*
Sunday consisted of recovery and a whole lot of chillin’, until I had the privilege of seeing the competitive wrath of a boys dodgeball game. I tried Shake Shack for the first time for dinner this night, too (Sorry Tine, In & Out still trumps it).
My last day in Boston was once again rainy and while I’m sure there was more to see in a city so big, I feel as though we had exhausted the area of exploration– at least for this trip. Lunch at Roxy’s Grilled Cheese (s/0 to them for having the most unreal tomato soup to ever touch my pallet), tour of Boston College, a quick stop at Copley Square, a dinner at Red Latern (an absurdly delicious Asian food restaurant) and movie night with my boy’s sweet roommates wrapped up my time on the east coast.
The east coast wasn’t necessarily what I expected because I didn’t really know what would await there. I do know that I loved almost every part of it: the things I saw, people I met, places I went and unbelievable foods I ate made up for the heart-attack driving habits of these crazy people.
Hope to see you again soon, Boston!