Ever since I moved back to Chicago, travel seems to have fallen from the top of my list of favorite activities. Maybe it's because O'Hare is so tough to get to from where I live (either spend over 1 hr on bus/El, or 1/2 hr driving + crazy parking fees at the airport). Nonetheless, this year I'm determined to pick up my love for travel again. So, Boston it is for Easter weekend.
My first visit to Boston was back in 2009, Labor day weekend. The weather then was spectacular: sunny & cool, perfect respite from humid Philly summers. I fell in love with Boston on that trip. It's compact, old, kinda like Philly, but so much cleaner, more refined. I thought to myself: if Philly could clean itself up, this is how glorious it'd be. My favorite part of that trip was sitting on the grass in a park near the North End, watching Bostonians enjoy the beautiful weather with their kids & dogs. Of course, the food was no slouch too. Boston introduced me to the lovely world of raw oysters.
