A few weeks ago, before I became deathly ill, I had the pleasure of chaperoning Wolfgang’s high school band on a cross-country jaunt to Boston. (And I am not being sarcastic, those kids are a complete delight.)
I was going to write an amazing recap of our trip. Then I got through trying to recap the first day.
And after the red-eye with our 56 teenagers, the “somebody locked the ‘khakis’ in the van”, the “oh yeah, we changed our whole itinerary” and the “what the *%&)#%@* do you mean it’s SNOWING??”…..I realized it would take so long and I would probably lose most of you.
So to spare you the epic droning, instead, I give you…TOP EIGHT AMAZING THINGS THAT HAPPENED IN BOSTON.
But first, here’s a picture of a bus. Because that’s what we spent most of our time looking at….and chasing madly. We had 7-too-many people to fit on a charter bus, so we had to rent a follow van too. I ended up playing navigator while one of the very very brave dads drove and FOR REAL THE STREETS IN BOSTON MAKE NO SENSE. I love Boston. But the streets. There is no “around the block”. It’s “one minute you’re downtown and you try to go around the block to find a space and then you’re magically in Cambridge.”
But I digress.
TOP EIGHT AMAZEBALLS THINGS THAT HAPPENED IN THE MAGICAL LAND OF BEANTOWN:
1. We headed straight to Boylston Street right off the airplane and I got to wander by myself. I think it was one of the only moments I was alone for the whole week and I got to do pretty much everything I wanted to do right off the bat, so the rest of the week was golden.
I bought a couple of Boston Marathon shirts plus my regular You Are Here mug I pick up whenever I travel (Miami, Orange County, Seattle, Boston and Cambridge yo!) and I got to see the finish line of the Boston Marathon. IT was the week before the Marathon prep for this week, so it was faded from the year, but still. That one painted line is very very awe-inspiring. I want to cross it some day.
2. The architecture in Boston is incredible. Instead of tearing buildings down to build new ones like everywhere else I’ve ever been, they save the facade and rebuild the inside. (For example, there was a very old bank that had been rebuilt on the inside to house the world’s largest Walgreens. And the old city hall now houses a Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse. SO AWESOME.)
3. Wolfgang got to visit his first college campus. And it was HARVARD. And it was mind-blowing. All of that history, walking where Nobel Prize winners and presidents and giants of corporations walked. And the architecture was just outstanding. Every time I saw Wolfgang (we made a point to be in different groups so he could do his thing), his eyes and his mouth were wide open and he just looked so thrilled.
4. It snowed while we were on the Harvard campus. It was kind of magical. And really really really freaking cold. But still magical.
5. We got to see Fenway. From the outside, at least….and only for about 2 minutes. But still. I don’t even like baseball all that much (I do enjoy a good live game, but not much televised) and I appreciated the hallowed-ness of it all.
6. Boston Symphony morning rehearsal. I don’t know that it was that early, but it was fabulous. We had to leave a little early because the kids had a tour, but the music was absolutely gorgeous and the kids totally were mostly asleep. I wish I had been able to take more photos, but we (the chaperons) were trying too hard to remain quiet while we cried laughing.
7. We got to meet one of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. I’m not sure the kids grasped how awesome that was, but he just happened to be filming some sort of video at the Old North Bridge while we were there. He spoke with us and shook everyone’s hand and it was pretty lucky of us to get that opportunity.
8. So. Much. History. Like everywhere we stopped, there was something amazing that happened back in history. We walked the Freedom Trail and in the middle of apartments and an office building and a church and a daycare, there was a cemetery where Samuel Adams was buried.
I had never been to Boston before this trip, and it had been 20 years almost since I had been on the East Coast. (I don’t count South Beach as the East Coast. That’s another planet, as far as I’m concerned.) It’s so different from the West Coast and worlds away from my little hamburg in the corner of Washington State here.
Wolfgang and I have decided that we will definitely go back and do some of the things we missed, and take Chuck with us. We will wait a few years and maybe swing in another campus visit or two while we are there.
I <3 Boston.