Trip to Boston
Well we’re back from our vacation in Boston. I had meant to do a couple of posts from Boston, but unfortunately, it just didn’t quite work out that way. But we had a lovely time, and I took a ton of pictures. We actually got back last week, but it’s taken me all week to go through the 1000 or so pictures and choose my favorites to share. We arrived late on a Wednesday, and caught a cab to the place we were staying. A friend & co-worker of Mr. Man’s was going to be in San Francisco during that time, so he allowed us to stay at his awesome Condo in the Kendall Square area of Cambridge, which was awesome++. He has such a fantastic place, open floor plan, vaulted ceilings, loft – very Urban Artsy. Exactly the kind of place I would want if I lived in a city (and didn’t have a kid).
The first day we were in town, Miss Thing and I explored the Harvard area – however, I didn’t really get a lot of pictures, since it was supposed to rain that day, and I decided to leave the camera at home. Well of course, it didn’t rain – and despite my best intentions, I never made it back over to Harvard to take real pictures, which is too bad – since it was just simply gorgeous. I keep telling Miss Thing to plan for when she gets in to Harvard, because I’ll be coming to visit. I swear, just walking around the campus made feel all smart n’ shtuff. Since it was a work-cation for Mr. Man, he didn’t join us until that evening, which is okay because in his words “I get to vacation and work, it’s awesome!”. It’s awesome how much he loves what he does.
So the next day, Miss Thing and I headed over to downtown Boston and walked around – and despite the warnings of rain, this time I brought my camera and was able to get some really cool pictures. We saw the Park Street Church (above is a picture of the steeple) and Granary Burying Ground (the pic above the steeple is from the entrance to Granary). One thing I love about the eastern half of the country is all the lovely graveyards and churches. (I think half or more of my pictures are from churches and such) Most of California just doesn’t really have the same kind of deeply rooted history.
After Granary, we stopped in to King’s Chapel, where we were able to look around for a little bit. There’s a graveyard next to King’s Chapel, but unfortunately, Miss Thing was less than thrilled at the idea of looking around at it after so recently walking around Granary, so I didn’t push the issue. To be honest, she was less than thrilled in general with the whole sight-seeing thing – probably directly related to her being a teenager who’d rather do almost anything than spend time with the ‘rentals. But someday she’ll appreciate it.
After King’s Chapel, we walked around Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market, which was probably Miss Thing’s favorite part of the day, with all her favorite stores there. As soon as I could drag Miss Thing away from the glittering lights of the Mall Displays, we headed over to the Old State House. It was so inspiring to be at, see, and touch all these fabulous little markers from history. The weight of history could be felt all around you – like a tangible thing. When we visited the Old State house, we got so see some photographs of how Boston had changed over the last several hundred years, and it really gave me some perspective. The hundreds and hundreds of hands and feet that had walked and stood there before me was both humbling and empowering – it definitely made me feel more connected to our country’s roots.
By the time we finished up at the State House, it was starting to get late, so we met up with Mr. Man and went to see the new Harry Potter at the theater over by the Boston Commons, and I kid you not – this had to be the most ginormous theater I’ve ever seen, ever. We had to go up two escalators and walk about a blocks worth of hallway to get to our theater. There were lots of old movie posters on the walls and was just very cool.
The next day was Saturday, and one of Mr. Man’s Boston Coworkers had loaned us his car for the weekend – so we piled in and drove up the coast to see Salem, which was awesome. It was like the world’s biggest Pagan Theme Park – only minus the rides, and with an extra helping of Kitschy. We went to the Salem Witch Museum first, and for the most part I found it interesting – atleast, right up until they did a presentation on Modern Witches. Apparently modern Witches are supposed to wear stretch velvet to all rituals, along with hokey head dresses – oh, and faux greenery. And antlers. Did I mention I didn’t care for that part of the presentation?
Afterwards, we meandered through a few shops, including Crow Haven Corner, and then walked around the Salem Graveyard for a little while. When we finished at the graveyard, we went down to the Witch Village museum. We were planning on going in, however – we didn’t because it turned out that it was a presentation of a “Modern Wiccan Ritual” and I just didn’t think I could handle any more modern Witch stereotypes for the day. (I mean, okay – honestly? Stretch Velvet? C’mon!)
By this time it was starting to get late, however – so we deadheaded over to the Witch House and Witch Dungeon Museum. The Witch House was cool, but the Witch Dungeon was by far my favorite “attraction” that we saw while we were there. There was a presentation based on actual testimony/documents from the Salem Witch Trials, and then a tour of a replica of the dungeons that accused witches were kept in. It was kewl. Afterwards, most of the attractions had closed up for the night, so we did a cruise down Essex Street and checked out the little shops and such, before grabbing some dinner and heading back to the Condo.
The next few days Miss Thing and I kept it pretty low key. We did some shopping on Newbury street (kind of the Rodeo Drive of Boston), which Miss Thing enjoyed, and we visited the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. The MFA was absolutely amazing. They had a special exhibit on Renaissance Venice, which was amazing – but the building itself was beyond belief as well – with fabulous murals painted everywhere, nevermind the regular exhibits. I could probably have spent a couple of days there, but I wasn’t quite cruel enough to drag Miss Thing there twice, since her appreciation for art tends to be nonexistant. (It’s a work in progress – I’m hoping that shoving culture down her throat anyways will eventually have some effect)
On our last weekend, we hit the Freedom Trail again, this time walking the entire thing, with Mr. Man. We had a good time, although unfortunately, we ended up getting a late start, so by the time we got to some of the places, they were closed for the night. We did get to visit St Leonards while we were out, and I got a couple of good pictures while we were there, as well as some outdoor shots. The lighting in St Leonards was pretty low, so of the couple dozen pictures I took, only a handful turned out okay, but this one was probably my favorite.
On Saturday, we had a vague idea of maybe taking a Duck Tour, but unfortunately, they were sold out, so instead we walked around the area nearby, visiting Trinity Church and the Boston Public Library. I also snapped a couple of pictures of the Old South Church, but unfortunately, they were having a wedding there that day, so we weren’t able to go in and explore.
Trinity Church was awesome – both inside and out. The building looks like something straight out of some gothic story – full of weathered carvings, towers and such. You could probably sit there and examine it for hours and hours and not really see every detail.
When we went inside, it was just as lovely – full of gorgeous carvings and some of the most exquisite stained glass art I’ve ever seen. Unfortunately, it was also terrible dark, so many of the pictures I attempted turned out less than ideal. I did get a couple of pictures of the stained glass to turn out though.
After Trinity Church, we walked over to the Boston Public Library and looked around. It was, beyond a doubt, the coolest library I’ve ever been to. It was all gorgeous architecture, murals, stone – and just about the neatest place to think about curling up and doing some learnin’ – atleast if you could tear yourself away from just gazing at all the beauty in an art-induced stupor.
After the library, one of Mr. Man’s other co-worker’s offered to loan us his car, and having explored north the previous weekend, we decided to head south – to Plymouth and Cape Cod. We stopped in Plymouth for just about a minute to see Plymouth Rock, which I was heartily disapointed with, by the way. They have the rock in a big freaking hole, about ten feet away from where the viewing area is. I mean, I get the need to protect it from the elements and souveniour thiefs, but to not allow people to touch it at all? Thats just wrong. I’m a very tactile person, and I was looking forward to touching such an important piece of history. Utter lamesauce.
After Plymouth, we cruised on down to Cape Cod – Woods Hole to be specific and wandered around for a little while. I had hoped we’d make it to the tip of the Cape, but unfortunately, we didn’t. We mostly just kinda meandered around the southern coast. If we’d gotten there a little earlier, it would have been cool to go to Martha’s Vineyard or Nanctucket, but as it was we simply enjoyed the cool ocean breeze and lovely drive. I also got to dip my toes in to the Atlantic Ocean for the first time in – gosh, eight or more years? A long time, anyways.
I probably could have spent another month or two sight seeing in Boston and not seen it all – there’s just so much to do around there. Next time I think I’d rather go in the fall though, since the humidity while we were there was I-N-S-A-N-E to this dry-heat-California Girl. I’d forgotten how humid the east coast can be in the summer. I had an amazing time, though – and I definitely want to go back some day. I’m sure I’ve probably forgotten to include various details – but my brain is starting to mushify – I’ve spent the last several days locked up tight in Photoshop and prepping pictures. Whatever it is, I’m sure I can always write up something later.