I’ve been having a blast in NYC, but with no visitors in town and a fairly blank weekend calendar I thought why not leave a couple of days early for the yoga retreat and hang out in Boston for the weekend… Why not I say!
A quick trip to Expedia and I have a roof over my head. Realizing I know nothing about Boston, I reach out on Twitter and am helped out by a couple of tweeps on Boston ‘things to do and see’. Book the bus and I’m good to go.
Boston is just over 4hrs drive north of New York City on the east coast of Massachusetts. It’s much smaller than I expected and very green with much of the city center hugging the bay. It has a beautiful esplanade along the bay and a cool marina area where boats and ferries dock.
I found everything I needed sat within a rough 2mile radius so I walked everywhere, although the transit system is known as the ‘T’ and is very simple – it reminded me more of tram cars than trains.
After some quick shopping down Newbury Street on Friday arvo, I head to the opening night of St Anthony’s Feast, an annual 4 day event in North Boston which is exactly that, a feast. Italian treats line the streets – pasta, pizza, arancini balls, canoli, fried dough, calamari, you name it they got 10 stalls selling it. There’s some odd band up on a stage playing all sorts of music but apart from that it’s all about the food.
I started Saturday with a long run along the esplanade then some exploring around the Faneuil Markets. I did make it out for dinner at The Black Rose, an Irish pub across from my hotel, but the miles on my feet take their toll and despite the lively Irish band playing all the tunes I’m used to The Healys singing, I’m in bed by 11…
In the short time I had there, I’ve gotta say Boston is a sweet town – every time I sneezed someone (sometimes 20m away) said ‘Bless you’. And they love their baseball caps in Boston. And lobster, they love their lobster.