Monday, November 1, 2010

Fell Fast. Fell Hard.

That's about all I have to say for now.

The trip was wonderful.  I must be a very visual person as I tend to take an immediate like or dislike to a city.  Based on things like trees and parks.  And water.  Water is very important.

And so it was that I fell hard for Boston. 

It actually reminds me a lot of Halifax (another city I love but, I must confess, now not as much as Boston).  It's much, much larger, of course, but parts of it just seem like larger pieces of Halifax.  The Public Gardens being one.  The harbour (very different but still close enough).  A Halifax Commons and a Boston Commons.  The mix of old and new buildings - although, admittedly, Boston has kept many, many more of their its historical buildings.

Doing the city in chunks, as we did, I failed, at first, to realize how large it is.  Until I looked out from the Skywalk Observatory, that is.  That was just Wow.

More later.  For now it suffice to say that it was a wonderful trip.  I had a great time with doorkeeper and was honoured to finally meet, in person, some great virtual friends.  Which could be the subject of a post all of it's own ... and likely will be at some point!


Kris, in New England said...

Ah - welcome back miss girlie! I'm so glad you fell in love with the city that we love so very much.

Such a treasured day last Saturday; in so many ways that, as you say, could take a blog post and thensome to relate.

That day went by so fast; though I'm sure your entire week went by in a blink.

doorkeeper said...

We had a lovely time, so glad to meet Kris and the Oracle, and Boston is a lovely, wonderous place, even for one who hates crowds of more than 5.
I came home with some international germs (bad head cold), and have been down-and-out all week, hoping M is well, and no one else caught it!

Kris, in New England said...

DK - So sorry Boston gave you more than great memories. Thankfully The Oracle and I are fine as far as that goes. Our New England genes served us in good stead apparently!

MMC said...

Aw, I do feel bad for doorkeeper. Although I must confess I am not completely better yet myself, it sure sounds like she got the worse end of the stick. And now it looks like the Blue Jay may be coming down with the same thing or something similar anyway.

But just for the record: NO! I most definitely do not regret my trip to Boston! There are really only 2 words to describe it (viruses and the occasional bad motel notwithstanding) ... (drum roll please) ... WICKED PISSA! :D

Kris, in New England said...

Wicked Pissah.

Don't mean to be a pedant but...I know, wicked shocka.

MMC said...

Uh uh, no way.
I googled the spelling of wicked pissa/pissah before I wrote that comment because you had corrected me on wicked shockah. And was educated that it's wicked shockah and wicked pissa. And since we all know Google never lies ... take that! :D

doorkeeper said... son's shirt is spelt wrong, then !
it was truly wicked, no matter!