If you are going to live in New England for three months, it would be a sin to not visit Boston at least once. With that in mind, we drove the two and a half hour trip up to “Beantown”, and wished we could have stayed for years.
Around New Haven, it’s a bit of a touchy subject when asking a preference between Boston and New York City. People seem to have their biases and for good reason. After our experience, it’s really hard to pick a favorite, but the smaller population, rich history, brownstone buildings and Fenway Park make it nearly impossible to not call Boston the clear winner.
We ended up loving Boston. Big time.
Last minute planning scored us a good hotel deal near Newbury Street and prime location to both Fenway Park and the Boston Common.
Our first night we simply walked around aimlessly, gawking at the incredible New England style, Brownstown apartments and imagining what our daily life could look like if we lived here.
Embracing the “local” spirit, we ventured into a little bar where everyone seemed to know our name and grabbed a couple of beers allegedly brewed by one of the men who signed the Declaration of Independence. “When in Rome” right?
The next day we ran around Boston, following the Freedom Trail up to Bunker Hill. It’s hard not to feel a certain spirit in the air when you are literally walking around the birthplace of America. It was an inspiring day.
Before we left, we caught a game at Fenway. Obviously this is the modern day heart of the city, so we’d be foolish not to experience it. We opted for the cheapest seats possible and unfortunately didn’t bring the Red Sox much luck, as they were clobbered by the Blue Jays. Nonetheless it was great to see the “Green Monster” first hand and to witness a game in the oldest major league park in America.
Of all the places we’ve visited, few have come close to the connection we made with Boston. We’ll be back.