A few months ago, we found ridiculously cheap plane tickets for Boston and off we went. It was our first visit to the city and, believe it or not, Stockholm in February was more pleasant than Boston in March. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that we arrived completely unprepared. That I, in my converse and thin jacket, did not end up with pneumonia is honestly not even fair. But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?
It was so cold that I wouldn’t even reach for my camera. I snapped more pictures with my phone than I did with my Canon. We stayed outside the city and ventured out to explore, but all those trips were cut short. Being inside and warm was just so much more appealing.
We mostly just ate. I dragged Lee and our friends across the city and back to get Ethiopian, Mexican, Taiwanese, and Vietnamese. The best ethnic food was the only research I did before going to Boston. I drank tanks of cider after discovering the Downeast variety. This stuff is incredible. They make it right in Boston too!