Sorry for the delay—I took a few days off to go to Boston for my birthday and then came home to a screwy Internet connection (thanks for the present, RCN), so today’s the first day I’ve been able to update you all on my trip!
When I was a junior in high school, I was convinced for whatever reason that Boston University was the school I had to attend. Well, my parents (and all of our wallets) thought otherwise. They wouldn’t even let me visit! So it’s been since then—dare I say 10 years, gasp!—that I’ve wanted to visit Boston, and I finally got my chance.
Here’s my top five conclusions from the trip:
1. Boston is not preppy at all! I thought everyone would be decked out in their summer Vineyard Vines and Sperrys. That was definitely not the case. No offense, but Bostonians seem kind of schleppy… guess there’s a reason they call it Connecticut Casual. This was Massachusetts, after all.
2. I am not a fan of Spirit Airlines. They nickel and dime you for every damn thing that I’d rather just buy a more expensive ticket in the first place than have to deal with that. I can’t carry on a small bag without paying for it? I can’t get a water without paying for it? I actually have to pay to sit in these tiny cramped seats? I’m 5’8. I don’t know how anyone taller can stand it.
3. I love Fenway! I know I’m biased being a Cubs fan and all, but I really liked the vibe at old Fenway Pawk. Unlike Cubs fans, Red Sox fans seems to actually pay attention to the game and know what’s going on. It’s so crazy that the field is regulation size—the Green Monster is so close! Plus, I’m happy I got to see everyone boo A-Rod!
4. It’s really hard to visit a place with someone who lives/has lived there. They just want to see and do different things, and not that those things are bad, but I do regret not spending more time checking out the historical sites. It makes me really appreciate the friends and family I have that are good hosts, and I’ll definitely keep that in mind next time someone comes to visit me.
5. I realllly like being by the ocean. The smell of the salt (well, the commercial fishing stench wasn’t so great in some spots), the boats, the beaches, the flora and fauna—I like it all. I wish I was a stronger swimmer. Maybe that’s my next undertaking…
I liked Boston, and I definitely feel like I didn’t see nearly enough of it, but I’m almost relieved that I didn’t love it as much as I thought I would. Turns out BU probably wouldn’t have been the right choice for me anyway. Guess I can stop holding that grudge against my parents… I kid, I kid. #Hoosier4Life