I spent a whirlwind couple of days in Boston's South Harbor district back in mid-April. Traveling alone is always interesting - it forces you to stretch your comfort zone - and Boston was no different! It's a unique city, rich with history and passionately prideful people who call it home, but it's got that rough-around-the-edges, blue-collar authenticity and is bustling with energy.
Flying into Logan Airport, I couldn't see from my vantage point on the plane that the airport was just ahead of us - all I saw was that we were surrounded by water and we were headed straight for it. I thought for sure the pilot was about to crash us into the ocean. Not the most optimistic start to my trip, and definitely not the cure for my already-intensive flight anxiety, but I recovered.
I loved the old buildings, the twinkling skyline, and the harbor's weathered hues not letting me forget I was in New England. I LOVED the lobster roll I found at a local hole-in-the-wall, the long lists of local brews, and the postcard views outside my hotel window. I didn't love the lack of common hospitality I've just grown accustomed to, being where I'm from. I heard the F word more times in two days than I had in two years back home. If New York City feels proud but excited and opportunistic, Boston feels proud but angry and calloused.
Nonetheless, Boston is definitely somewhere I’d like to go back to and take a few more days to really explore. I only got a quick glimpse of this city, but what I saw was beautiful!