No locals though, only tourists, so I didn't stay.
Anyway, Boston. It tried to drown me sunday and then tried to blow me away today.
And I've had a really good time while that has been going on :D
I arrived here early sunday and found my hostel which was pretty central for once. I figured I'd check Harvard out first because maybe it wouldn't be crowded on a sunday (I was of course wrong). Enjoyed a jazz sunday in a veggie place I can't remember the name of and ended up playing disc golf with some dudes in a park. The drowning started during the disc playing, and my poor always suffering shoes died - they have been slowly falling apart for a few weeks because of all the walking and there had been holes clean through the soles for a couple of days so the sudden death wasn't so sudden. But I had to find a new pair on a sunday ... in the rain ... in bare feet. It took an hour but I found a pair and rewarded myself with some Starbucks time and a couple of new books.
The shoes on the bus to Boston and
before the sole on my right shoe fell off:
I also needed a new pair of socks and went into a souvenir shop and asked if they had a pair of Red Sox red socks .... and the people behind the desk looked at me with murder in their eyes! They take their baseball veeery serious here o_O
There are quite a few irish people here. I found out after I went into an irish pub to have a pint and watch sunday football (yes, I know, watching sport is not something I do but I'm kinda hooked on NFL at the moment) And I realized that that was what Boston reminded me of: Ireland. There is a feel here that makes me think of Ireland; I like it.
My day today was windy, but I didn't mind because I got to see a guy windsurf down Boylston street and I had Granary burying ground all to myself. I ate dinner at a thai restaurant called iPhoo and only choose it because the name made me laugh out loud.
Oh, and I found the most evil shop here . Very, very, very evil. Newbury comics! I'm poor! Gah!
Later ^^