Boston in the Fall

Above is a Cream Puff. A very large cream puff. A very delicious cream puff. A cream puff being devoured by a very cute Chrissy. A very cute Chrissy who went to Boston with me. A very cute Chrissy who will now tell you all about our trip o Boston In the Fall.

Pictures by Jennifer.
Words by her.

These dudes were deprived. If you noticed how never been to Boston in the fall is a constant theme of the song—and if you’ve been paying any attention to this blog recently—you’ll know where I’m going with this: Boston. In The Fall.

For if those pirates had been invited to Nick and Abby’s wedding, they too would have had the opportunity to visit Boston, in the fall. And instead of a catchy ditty about deprivation of life experiences, they instead would have created a stellar tribute song to Boston in the fall. And what, you ask, would this tribute song include? Well, I can’t speak for the pirates, but mine would include three things:

-The Food. Boston has incredible food. This was probably my absolute most favorite thing about Boston. Whether waiting 45 minutes for the most amazing cream puff in the North End (and quite possibly, in the world), or chowing down on tasty bruschetta in Beacon Hill, or buying fresh fruit for a dollar at Haymarket, or squirming through Quincy Market for pizza, Boston truly gave us its best where food is concerned.

-“The Experience.” This phrase became a euphemism for “look out gals, we’re about to have an adventure.” By ‘adventure,’ of course, I am referring to one of several things. Being Lost. Driving in Boston (despite the warnings in every single guidebook, Boston drivers aren’t that bad. It’s rather like DC, actually). Coming Upon Unexpected yet Interesting Delays (Brooklyn break dancers in Boston? Check. 1980s Olympian running a women’s 10k race? Check). And of course, The Experience in Boston would not be complete without Visiting Every Site Where Paul Revere Possibly Spat His Tobacco.

-The Friends. My travel buddies are super awesome. “You know what I’m talking about??” Without their perkiness, goofiness, and street smarts, Boston would hold much less appeal. “But the key worked.” We trooped around, through, up, and down across Boston and Cape Cod. “My legs…” And every minute was bettered by their presence. “We’re in the pipeline!”

To the three highlights of Boston: May you repeat yourselves again soon!