I totally forgot to share some of my Boston photos and adventures with you all. I'm so excited to
not clean right now share one of my favorite trips ever. I will travel just about anywhere and love, love, love going somewhere new. I think I fell in love with Boston. It is such a beautiful city with so much history and just the right size. In one weekend we were able to see all the main sights and even grab a ferry to Provincetown, which was equally fun and amazing. I'll let the pictures do some of the talking.
We spent the day exploring the city and walking the cobblestone streets of the Freedom Trail through "Little Italy" and making stops at some of the cooler historical sites. We also ate lunch at the oldest (and probably darkest) restaurant in America, Union Oyster House. Our hotel was absolutely amazing and located right across the street from Quincy Market. You could see the ocean off to the left and look down right on the center of the city from our balcony. We spent some days and nights out there drinking coffee, feeding birds and having after dinner cocktails while listening to the musicians playing on the street below.
This seagull was so pretty and he would let me get so close and then flap his wings and I'd squeal and run away while he enjoyed his oyster crackers.
We finished off Day One (a.k.a. my 32nd birthday) with dinner at the Chart House where they put a V.I.P. sign on our table and pretty much treated us like movie stars. Mango mojitos, lobster salad, and presents out on my dads balcony before ending the long day of exploring in my huge comfy hotel bed. I sleep like a baby in hotel rooms. And I never want to get up the next morning. But I did.
We woke up early to grab coffee and head to the wharf to catch a speed ferry to Provincetown. It's a small beachfront town with one main narrow road running through it, beachfront eateries, a vibrant gay community and tons of really amazing shops. My dad and I both wished we had brought larger suitcases I think. I also dorked out when I found a juice bar and then laughed hysterically to see my dads face squish up when he tried my Carrot-Beet-Celery juice. He secretly loved it but has a natural aversion to anything healthy. The houses in Provincetown were all beautiful and weathered by the salt water air and I strolled the street daydreaming of owning my own beautiful little beach house someday. In the late afternoon we caught a ferry along with 150 other unexpected guests whose ferry had run aground an hour or so earlier. It made for pretty entertaining conversation and my dad and I made sure to rush onto the boat so we could get a seat outside in the fresh ocean air. We capped off our second evening with a delicious dinner in Little Italy and probably one of the best conversations I have ever had with my dad in my entire life. Afterwards we went in search of cappuccinos and ended up walking right into a massive Italian Festival. It was one of the most entertaining, terrifying, anxiety-inducing experiences of my life but I survived it. We never did find that cappuccino because the lines were super long everywhere we went so we eventually called it a night.
We woke up, packed up, checked out and spent our final day getting in as much as we could. Fenway Park, a Duck Tour and some shopping through one of the swankier parts of town. I just about died when I stopped in the Jonathan Adler store. I think I took more pictures there than anywhere else. And I pouted when we had to rush by Marimekko to make our boat tour. The window looked amazing though. We totally scored with the best tour guide ever. He was freaking hilarious you guys! I learned so much that I felt like I needed to be taking notes. I would take that tour again in a heartbeat and I highly recommend it if you're ever in Beantown.
Some Random Trip Highlights:
-Buying myself my first ever pair of Toms. (Yep, I'm in the club now.)
-In-flight movies with a side of wine.
-Seafood, seafood, seafood.
-Being in the same terminal as Patrick Dempsey.
-Spotting a line of baby ducks walking along behind their mama.
-My dad commenting on how he was oddly offended that he didn't turn any homosexual heads in P-town. Haha.
-Hearing those amazing authentic Bahhh-sten accents from the locals.
-Getting my nails done and having my precious manicurist tell me about the Salem Witch Trials as if I had never heard of them. Bless her heart.
Thanks for hanging on with me! It was so hard to pick as few photos and stories as I did but this blog sometimes serves as my digital scrapbook so I hope you'll forgive me. : )