Harvard and Hotdogs
After my fabulous two weeks in New York City, I caught the train to Boston to meet my beautiful friend, De, and her fiancé, Tim. They're getting married in New Hampshire over the weekend, and I scooted up a little earlier to explore Boston. I caught the Amtrak to Boston from New York Penn station, enjoying the stunning New England countryside on the way - everything is so luscious! I paid $30 for an upgrade to business class, and boy was it worth it. I had an incredibly spacious seat and was able to snooze, write in my journal and read my book in true comfort. Although after my 4 hour train trip standing, covered, in 45 degree heat in Morocco two years ago, any train seems luxurious...
American coffee (bad) plus cashew cookie Lara bar (delicious) and my book (delightful) make for great travel companions.
Before long I was hugging my gorgeous friend, and we were off driving through Charlestown towards Cambridge. We enjoyed paninis at Cafe Pamploma, an old and renowned eatery. We ordered goats cheese, avocado and olive tapenade paninis, delicious.
In the evening we saw the Red Sox play at Fenway Park.
Hot Dogs with mustard were involved. I was all rather fantastic. Tim is a big Red Sox fan, and taught me the ins and outs of the game. Now I know what "the bottom of the ninth" means, and that makes me happy.
It felt amazing to be in such a famous, old stadium. I soaked it all up. The week prior I was at a Yankees game, and was so excited I bought a hat. But I kind of regret that now. The Red Sox seem like a far cooler team. Like underdogs. And who doesn't like an underdog with a side of hotdog?