Hey there! I’m back with more vacation pics for ya!
If you haven’t gotten a vacay lately, I’m sorry for rubbing it in. Please disregard everything you see here and, instead, send me a picture of yourself so I can photoshop you into all these shots and send them to you separately. Will that help??
I guess that’s good, because man, that would have been a lot of work.
So Brent and I were in Boston over the weekend, visiting some friends who moved out there a few months ago. First of all, our flight out was straight-up luxurious after the horrors of flying with a toddler that were still fresh in my memory from Florida.
When we reached the airport, we had an hour to kill before we had to catch a train out to our friends’ place (they actually live closer to Providence), so we celebrated being child-free adults with $10 airport beers.
Yes, that’s 10 American dollars. Actually a little more with tax. (Imagine our alarm when Brent handed over a 20 and the bartender said, “that actually won’t quite cover it.”)
We spent the first evening at a random, awesome English pub in the basement of a building on the Brown campus, where I was introduced to a strawberry beer that tasted like heaven. I’m not a girl to go for strawberry beers, typically, so I was completely shocked by how much I loved it. (And now, of course, I can’t remember the name of it…sorry…)
The next morning, we got up bright and early to head into Boston for the day. Our first stop was the Sam Adams brewery.
The tour was very informative and, more importantly, involved an impressive amount of free samples.
I spent most of the time reveling in the tour guide’s heavy Boston accent, super-tourist-style. My favorite moment was when he pronounced chocolate CHOAWK-lit. Yes!!
He also talked a lot about HOAWPS (aka “hops”), and I didn’t hear an R pronounced for the entire tour.
Next, we headed downtown and straight to the wharf.
When I saw this old brick, super industrial looking building, I couldn’t resist snapping a few senior portraits.
Sooo urban chic, right?
Next, we headed over to Quincy Market.
The weather could not have been more perfect for walking around—comfortable 70’s, with a soft breeze. I assume that’s what the weather is always like there, and so, we’ll be moving there asap.
This guy dressed as a bronze statue was charging $1 for a fortune (a tiny rolled up piece of paper he carried in his…ermm basket?). In the two minutes we stood and watched him, he handed out about 8 fortunes, which is equivalent to making $240/hour.
The produce market was insaaaane. So, so much fresh fruit for incredible prices.
And, of course, plenty of Sam Adams representation.
Deals included 6 of these “big ass limes” for $1. Pineapples were also $1 apiece.
For lunch, we stopped at Jose McIntyres, which is just what it sounds like—a Mexican/Irish cross restaurant. The sign was decorated with cactuses and four leaf clovers. Ha!
Most appealingly, to me: there was no pane in that window.
Despite the main cuisine, we all went for the special: lobster rolls and crab chowder. I mean, duh. Boston.
It was amaaazing.
After lunch, we did some more strolling and sightseeing.
At a little rooftop bar in the north end (aka Little Italy), I ordered a limoncello-based “refresher” beverage that tasted like lemonade but also almost knocked me off my chair.
Oh, and the Italian accents were even better than the Boston ones.
Eventually, we had to head back to our friends’ place to let their dog out. We were so exhausted we ended up staying in, ordering pizza and, obviously, watching the Departed (too cliché?).
The next day was beach day. We were going to do Martha’s Vineyard, but we only had one day, and weren’t willing to devote huge chunks of that day to all the driving/ferrying we’d need to do to get there. So, instead, we opted for the much closer beach town of Newport.
The water was pretty chilly—but it felt downright icy compared to the Florida ocean I’d just been in the week before.
We were thrilled that our friend Echo, who lives nearby and is pregnant with her first baby (not that you can tell at all in this picture), was able to join us for the day.
After we got our fill of beach time, we headed into town to consume—yes—ANOTHER lobster roll and some more clam chowder.
This one was even better than the one in Boston (despite the way, way crappier photo).
After lunch, we did the cliff walk—a paved trail that crawls along the edge of the water past a bunch of mansions.
The pictures don’t do it justice at all.
We stopped to tour the Breakers, the Vanderbilt family’s summer mansion built in the 1800’s.
We weren’t allow to take pictures inside, but let’s just say it was ridiculous.
The next morning, we hopped on a plane back home to our little boy, who my mom was watching at our house. I couldn’t wait to see him after being away from him for the longest time ever (3 nights).
Great, great trip, but I’m officially vacationed-out for awhile. Good thing we have one weekend at home (a long one, too, thanks to Labor Day) before we head up north for our cabin trip with Brent’s family. What a crazy/awesome summer!
Have you been to any of these spots?
Have you ever had a lobster roll?