If we’re being honest, Boston was quite a disappointment. Maybe it’s my tendency to feel comfortable when there’s abundant land around and everyone greets you with a smile and a friendly hello, but, Boston was just not the place for me. Without a doubt, however, the experience was one of a lifetime. I finally was able to attend a Boston Red Sox game in Fenway Park — I saw the Green Monster in Person, watched Big Papi hit a homerun, and walked Yawkey Way and listened to the street musicians. It was definitely all I wanted it to be except the Sox lost to the Arizona Diamondbacks, 6-7.
The city of Boston, in contrast, is loud, bustling, and hurried. It’s certainly not the life I’m used to. My hotel was located in Cambridge, so I took the T all the way to Fenway — along with every other person attending the game. It was one of the most crowded methods of public transport that I have ever encountered and I honestly couldn’t imagine having to do that on a daily basis. (I’d probably buy a bike before trying that again.) I saw the spot where the bomb went off at the end of the Boston Marathon (hardly a tourist attraction), and all of the Boston Strong signs and shirts were a good indication to me that this is indeed a city full of patriotic pride and unity which was inspiring to see.
In the end, I had a wonderful trip — Maine and Boston as well. I am ready now to spend the next 18 hours on the road back to my beloved Kentucky. Farewell to the North!
With love from somewhere in Massachusetts,
Sarah Alexandra
