All right guys, you’re getting really lucky today … a weekend post!! :-)
This post will be about our third and last day in Boston.
When we woke up that morning (it was a Tuesday) the sky looked like it could rain, but it wasn’t at the moment. So we got ready as fast as we could (which still wasn’t very fast since we were on vacation and moving slooowwwly) and got out there. It just felt like it was going to be an awesome day. I was pretty much over the cold I had picked up while traveling, and we had our trusty umbrellas and everything we needed. Woot.
The first thing we did was head to the Public Garden. If you’ve read “Make Way for Ducklings,” you’ll know what Public Garden I’m talking about. (If you’ve never read it, you have my pity.) Yes, THE Public Garden where Mrs. Mallard bravely took her eight ducklings to meet up with the ever-patient Mr. Mallard. And where you can still see ducks and swans, and even ride on a swan boat
Ben and I took lots of pictures, walked around the park. Then we paid like 2 bucks and rode on a swan boat. I was so happy, I could have wept.
There are statues of Mrs. Mallard and Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack, and Quack in the park, too. They were cute. We couldn’t get a decent picture of them though because people kept posing with the statues by sitting on them. I didn’t get that. What is it about a duck statue that makes you want to sit on it? “Hey look, a bronze duck, I think I’ll use it as a chair.” Huh? I’ll never understand…
Here’s a cool Boston skyline shot. With a statue of George Washington. Aarrrgh, George, YOU ARE EVERYWHERE!! Creepy stalker. (Read the last post and you’ll understand that.)
Right by the Public Garden was Newbury Street. The guidebooks say this is Boston’s trendiest area. Well, it definitely was trendy. It had stores like Juicy Couture and a bunch of other ones I don’t remember. We didn’t go into any of them because I wasn’t looking for any haute couture that particular day, but we did take some pictures next to a sweet stone church. I believe it functioned both as an Episcopal church and a synogogue. :) Gotta love Boston!
At the end of the street: Starbucks. Yesss. (We had a gift card.) We stopped and I wrote postcards to people (there was a mailbox right next to it – so convenient!) while Ben sipped a caramel frappucino, his drink of choice. It is always his drink of choice. Always.
I have mad self-portrait skillz … which I put to good use on this trip.
It’s hard when you’re kissing though.
After that our plan was to head over to the North End of Boston and hit up a few more Freedom Trail sites. We took the subway to spare ourselves untold hours of walking; we’d learned a lil’ lesson about that yesterday.The North End was really pretty and fun to walk through. I swear I have never seen so many Italian restaurants in such a small area in my life! Does EVERYBODY own a restaurant there?! And then right there in the middle of everything, there was Paul Revere’s house.
We got to walk through it, or about 4 rooms of it. It wasn’t the best tour experience of the trip, but it was pretty cool to be in Paul Revere’s house. I can picture him and a bunch of his revolutionary cronies having meetings in there, with their chairs up close to the fire and talking up a storm about the King of England and stuff. Fun. After that it was time for lunch, and we didn’t have to look very far to find an Italian restaurant. I think we walked like four steps or so. We both had spaghetti and meatballs … it was deliiiiish.
Then we took a short walk over to Old North Church, where we learned a lot of stuff, especially how Longfellow was wrong: Paul Revere was NOT the person who hung the lanterns in the steeple, and nobody knows who did it, but they think they know two people who might have done it, and so on ….. ooohh, controversy!! I’m not going to lie, though, it was a pretty big thrill for my nerdy history-loving soul to see the steeple where two lanterns briefly shone on that April night in ’75…
Just down the street from Old North was Copps Hill Burying Ground. We walked around there and looked at all the old, OLD headstones. The Mathers are buried there .. you know, Cotton Mather, his family. Question: Are famous revolution-era people buried with big fluffy white wigs on??
Then we walked a sort of long way, and waited a VERY LONG TIME, to see our final Freedom Trail destination, the USS Constitution. (We skipped Bunker Hill; we were too tired.) The USS Constitution is also known as Old Ironsides because of some amazing canonball-deflecting it did in the War of 1812, and it is very very very old. The cool thing is, it’s still operated by the Navy. They keep it in good shape and run tours through it every day. We had a great tour of it where we got to go down inside it 3 levels or so and see where the sailors would have lived. It was awesome, and worth the wait.
By this time we were pretty tired out. We took a ferry back to the Quincy Market/Faneuil Hall area of Boston, where I had a tired hungry mini-meltdown and Ben had to buy me hot chocolate and a donut. Heh. Sorry, Ben …. Then we chilled underneath this statue of Samuel Adams (NOT George Washington again, THANK GOD) for a long time and watched the people stream by.
And that is about it for our last day in Boston …. we went back to our hotel a little earlier that evening to pack our things up. The next day it was off to Newport, Rhode Island! And that’s where we’ll be heading in the next post. See ya then. :)