Sweet Rain

You may recall that Boston was lacking in the sunshine department when I visited. My shoes literally were soaked for four days – I liked to think that my hair dryer method of warming them up first helped matters, but Dan said it just made them smell funny. Either way – it poured in Boston, lightning struck, and thick clouds clung to the sides of the skyscrapers. It was fabulous. As I am one to never let anything get me down or thwart my travel itinerary (sightseeing during a protest in London – you bet! I crossed those yellow barricades like it was nobody’s business) I trucked through Boston as though the sun were shining down on me.

A highlight for the trip was our self guided tour along the water front. The waves misted us, the sky was heavy with rainfall, and the puddles we began to navigate resembled lakes.

Apparently on our last evening the Boston skies wanted to reward our travelling efforts with a light sprinkle, and the waterfall from above diminished. So we continued our Boston trek to Fenway Park. Now, I appreciate a good baseball game, yet I was about to discover that people in Boston take baseball very seriously. Baseball is a life or death matter in this town. You don't mess around with baseball fans or you might very well end up with a fist in your face. We didn't have tickets to the game, but the atmosphere surrounding the stadium was electric.

To finish our tour de Boston we navigated the winding streets of Beacon Hill situated near the Charles River Esplanade. Beacon Hill was a lovely community with enough brick to pave a highway across America (sheer estimate of course). Judging by the expensive cars and fancy interiors we glimpsed through windows this had to be the home of Boston's well-to-do.

But alas, the sky finally cleared and with perfect timing as we were headed for Cape Cod! Our journey to Boston was complete, but I vow to return and experience the city under better weather conditions. I often find that the cities I enjoy most are the ones in which I explore under a range of weather patterns. I know from much experience that a raining Seattle is a completely different city than a Seattle bathed in sun. So even though my travel plans may be thwarted by rain, I still let myself enjoy every minute of it.