Where was I?
Well, obviously, I was in Boston. Jackass. But where was I in my story?
Oh yeah. I had arrived, bought whiskey and gone to sleep.
So, I woke up.
The room I was staying in, at Charles’ house, was called the “Sunset Room”. And it was not nearly as erotic as it sounds. There was almost no nudity… I was staying in a room on my own, I don’t put on pants unless there’s company… and that depends on the company.
Before heading to Boston, I had spoken to a few people that I thought may have the lowdown on the area. Eric, because he’s from upstate New York and had been to Boston and Rory because he said: “I know people who live in Boston” (I ad-libbed that, nobody talks like that).
Eric gave me a list of cool places to check out, things to see, where to miss and where I should probably get some food.
Rory sent me an extensive list of bars I should go to.
They both know me so well.
One of the places that Rory was adamant that I should head to is Doyle’s. A proper Irish-American pub in Boston. So that was my plan for the day.
First thing I needed to do was grab breakfast.
I got up, figured out how to use the shower (which is always difficult in a new house) and set off.
It’s picture time, kids. I took a holy Hell load the rest of the week so prepare to feast your eyeballs on these…
I was up pretty early, so this was my view on the way out:
Anyway, I was heading down to the main street to see what was on offer, breakfast-wise.
Then I saw another sunset. So now you get to see it:
On the way, I was doing my usual “take pictures of random stuff”, when I set my eyes upon this glorious artwork:
So, yeah… I saw a pizza squirrel. Pretty awesome.
Back to my wanderings.
*Side note, I have never really been on a proper holiday on my own, prior to this. I’ve always been with family or a significant other. So, it turns out, when I go on my own I just tend to walk about a lot. You will notice this throughout my holiday posts. It’s just me, walking about, seeing awesome stuff. And finding food and alcohol. That’s my thing*
Another picture of the sunrise. It was my first day! I was in awe of both the majestic beauty of nature and the fact that I had been in a whiskey coma and still managed to wake up in time for a sunrise. So back off!
I decided against telling you the absolute minutiae of my first day because there are parts which are so utterly banal that I wouldn’t be able to finish writing this because of the coma I would have slipped in trying to type it.
However, I did go to a CVS in Boston because I completely forgot to take any deodorant, shower gel or toothpaste. But what I found made me feel like a child again. A giddy, chubby, curly-haired child.
(Before I continue, for anyone in the UK who hasn’t been to the US, a CVS is like a Spar and Boots had a baby. And that baby decided that you needed to be able to buy 428 different kinds of energy drink.)
Does anyone in the UK remember these? Pretzels covered in chocolate?
Nowadays, salted chocolate or any sort of savoury/sweet combo is all the rage. These mother flipperz (get it?) were the pioneers. I remember them so fondly. We only got milk chocolate and white chocolate over here. Those Yanks have it so damn lucky, they don’t know that they’re born! Look at it! Salted caramel chocolate all over salty pretzels? My mouth is both watering and confused at the same time.
I didn’t get any, I was in a fugue state of pretending that I would still be my usual, healthy self. But, good God, I wanted them.
I, instead, opted to head to Cafenation for my usual black coffee.
It’s a lovely little place. They have some really awesome looking cakes and breakfasts et al and the coffee was the perfect pick me up to start my day.
You can’t just have a coffee for breakfast and I had already done my research. There’s a place called Daniel’s which touts itself as being “The Best Bakery of Boston”. You can’t start throwing words like that around, not when I’m in town. No Siree Bob!
So I went in that direction.
Do you have any idea what it’s like to walk into a proper bakery at about 7am? It’s like being hugged by the Pilsbury Doughboy. It’s like being smothered with a pillow made of almond croissants.
Segue! That’s what I got. I got myself an almond croissant! That is storytelling at it’s finest!
Look at it. Just stare into its flaky majesty. There’s marzipan inside of that beautiful bastard. God damn, it was a good morning. And, as far as I am aware. Best. Bakery. In. Boston…
So, I was fed and watered. I headed back to my temporary abode, showered and prepared myself for my pilgramage to Doyle’s.
For reference sake, here was the first part of my journey that day:
5.4miles. That’s 1/5th of a marathon. On the way there. I’d already walked 2miles for coffee and a slammin’ croissant. I was well on my way to power walking holiday territory.
Here are some of my highlights on the trip there. It was mainly me walking, so I won’t bore you with the details.
By the way, you’re going to need this playlist:
Ok, I can’t just leave you with the picture of what happened next. It was too magical. It made my day. There are times when I’m feeling run down and I remember this moment and all is right again. It’s so frigging beautiful that it makes the world seem a little brighter.
So, I arrived in Jamaica Plains. Hipster as all get out, and I lost track of where I was. Bear in mind, I didn’t have WiFi, GPS or 3G (or 4G, you posh wankers) on my phone. I had to download the map in my AirBnb and try, very hardm not to deviate from my route.
I get distracted by an errant pigeon. This was never going to end well. Until now!!
I was wondering why there were so many people crowding around this one area. I ran through the scenarios in my head:
- Fight? Nope, not in this area
- Dance off? Too many families and no music
- Expressive dance-off? That’s not a thing
- Xtreme Knitting Circle? Pretty sure that’s also not a thing
I hate ruining surprises, but I love both saying and typing this phrase.
I stumbled upon a Doggie Halloween Costume Pageant!!!!
Ha Ha HA!!! Holy balls! It was the best, random situation I have ever found myself in!
Check this out
Oh, sweet Jebus. What a day.
Right. I’m going to leave you there guys. There has been a lot to take in.
At this point, I’m about 10 minutes away from Doyle’s and I am thirsty.
Keep it real