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(I wrote this segment on the train yesterday, and now I'm getting to finally upload it stealing someone's wireless signal here at my sister's brownstone in Baltimore. Whoever you are, "Bolton Hill", thanks!)
I’m on a train that’s moving from Boston to Baltimore. While not as quick as traveling by air, there’s a delightful lack of fuss with baggage and screening and all of that. The train is also not full, even on this leg from New Haven to New York City. Unfortunately I took a seat that faces where we’ve been, rather than where were going.
Just as this was my first trip to the Northeast, it will also be my first time to see New York…through the window. (Now after the fact, I can now say that New York City is pretty much just a tunnel.) Still, Philadelphia’s Skyline was pretty…and there’s a really hot business bear – likely straight, on board. I find that my libido's been running extra hot this week. Go fig.
Otherwise, as I go along, I never really expected to see Wilmington, Delaware at any time of my life.
Still, this post is meant to talk about the trip to Boston…so I might as well get on with it.
I landed at Logan on Saturday after missing my original flight out. Silly me, I managed to not set the alarm correctly and woke up much too late to get through the airport and on the plane. Chris and I scrambled to get the last items paced and get on the road in the pre-dawn hours. Here's a tip, despite the savings, the first flight out is not a good idea.
Luckily the second flight to Boston on American Airline’s schedule was only two hours later. After getting on the T and getting around the closed Big Dig tunnels, I found my hotel amidst the many tall buildings in a crazy circle of streets.
After getting settled, I immediately wanted to get started exploring the city, and the first thing I would do is explore the area around the hotel…the financial district. In getting out there, I found out that really, many attractions are within blocks of each other there, and within a few minutes, I had already seen the Old South Meeting Hall, the Old City Hall, The Old State House (wow, may things are labeled “old” in this town), as well as Faniuel Hall and Quincy Market, and headed out to Long Wharf to actually see some water.
I can already say that Quincy Market is pretty much a tourist trap, selling useless objects and souvenirs that are exactly the same as those who appear in carts next to every other historical or touristy area in town. Quincy Market has the longest collection of mall food places I have ever seen, and the tourists were flocking to it. That and the bar that somewhat resembled the Cheers set. You’ll also find that much like San Francisco, they have installed a homeless person looking for change next to all important structures and restaurants.
( Oh yeah, there's more... )
I’m on a train that’s moving from Boston to Baltimore. While not as quick as traveling by air, there’s a delightful lack of fuss with baggage and screening and all of that. The train is also not full, even on this leg from New Haven to New York City. Unfortunately I took a seat that faces where we’ve been, rather than where were going.
Just as this was my first trip to the Northeast, it will also be my first time to see New York…through the window. (Now after the fact, I can now say that New York City is pretty much just a tunnel.) Still, Philadelphia’s Skyline was pretty…and there’s a really hot business bear – likely straight, on board. I find that my libido's been running extra hot this week. Go fig.
Otherwise, as I go along, I never really expected to see Wilmington, Delaware at any time of my life.
Still, this post is meant to talk about the trip to Boston…so I might as well get on with it.
I landed at Logan on Saturday after missing my original flight out. Silly me, I managed to not set the alarm correctly and woke up much too late to get through the airport and on the plane. Chris and I scrambled to get the last items paced and get on the road in the pre-dawn hours. Here's a tip, despite the savings, the first flight out is not a good idea.
Luckily the second flight to Boston on American Airline’s schedule was only two hours later. After getting on the T and getting around the closed Big Dig tunnels, I found my hotel amidst the many tall buildings in a crazy circle of streets.
After getting settled, I immediately wanted to get started exploring the city, and the first thing I would do is explore the area around the hotel…the financial district. In getting out there, I found out that really, many attractions are within blocks of each other there, and within a few minutes, I had already seen the Old South Meeting Hall, the Old City Hall, The Old State House (wow, may things are labeled “old” in this town), as well as Faniuel Hall and Quincy Market, and headed out to Long Wharf to actually see some water.
I can already say that Quincy Market is pretty much a tourist trap, selling useless objects and souvenirs that are exactly the same as those who appear in carts next to every other historical or touristy area in town. Quincy Market has the longest collection of mall food places I have ever seen, and the tourists were flocking to it. That and the bar that somewhat resembled the Cheers set. You’ll also find that much like San Francisco, they have installed a homeless person looking for change next to all important structures and restaurants.
( Oh yeah, there's more... )
