For a die-hard from birth Yankee fan, taking a trip to Boston is no small thing. I am trying to not let my baseball and Joisey/New Yawk roots color my experience, but...What the heck is with the driving in this town? The way in to the city made no sense. The roads—to tunnels—to roads was beyond confusing. Stop signs seem to be a rarity, or at least ignored, and traffic lights are non-existent. And this from someone who has mastered and even revels in driving in DC, New York, New Jersey and Brooklyn—not exactly an amateur.
I'm still befuddled by the preponderance of all things Dunkin' Donuts. It's actually hard to spot a Starbucks. And Starbucks and D.D. closed at 7 PM. On a Friday. In a major city.
???
On the up side, the streets, although their layout is a bit challenging, are extremely charming and very reminiscent of a European city. The aquarium was a blast. The Boston Common was also lovely and the Swan Boats were a huge hit for both young and old. My mom had last been on them when she was my daughter's age, so a family fun fact comes full circle.
And this was our first day here.
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