So the SCBWI New England conference wasn’t the only great thing about last weekend, not by a long shot. The day before the conference, I got my first taste of Boston, Massachusetts, the city whose suburbs Jennifer has called home for several years. I didn’t know what to expect, other than a fun day out with my dear blogging buddy and former SHU roommie.
I fell IN. LOVE. with Boston. I want to move there. Truly. I am that in love.
For true history nerds (which includes all three Damsels, to be sure), there is no better US city than Boston. It’s like the American London–bustling and active but built on layers of history with a spirit of pride in its heritage. In my one day to visit the city proper, I decided
to spend it walking the Freedom Trail, a path that starts at Boston Commons and laces together historic halls, churches, houses, and a boat that has seen action since the early nineteenth century. It’s three miles through twisted, cobbled lanes, clearly marked but only if you know what you’re looking for.
I loved every last minute.
Highlights of our walk included the cemetery in which lie John Hancock, Paul Revere, and Samuel Adams (yes, all in one place!), where Jennifer and I enjoyed reading the tombstones and trying to figure out why so many of them were topped with a winged skull. We also loved the Old State House with its grand spiral staircase, Quincy Market with its myriad of lunch options (I got lobster salad, in honor of my dear friend Danna back in Seattle), and the Old North Church with its beautiful altar and its amazing role in our nation’s history (“one if by land, two if by sea,” anyone?).
We crossed the Charles River and visited the USS Constitution, one of the first ships commissioned by the US Navy. These two Damsels learned while listening to the presentation below deck that we are even bigger history nerds than we realized: I knew right away why lime juice was mixed with sailors’ rum and whiskey (to prevent scurvy) and Jennifer knew that scuttlebutt became a term for military rumors long before our guide got to that part of his spiel.
Boston was amazing, and I am glad I was able to tour it with not only a local but a fellow history nerd. Our nation’s struggle for freedom came so very much alive for me as we walked, and I will always cherish my trip down America’s great memory lane.