Most people will tell you that you’d be crazy to visit Boston in the winter; the New England weather may be notoriously changeable but the one constant at this time of year is the cold. Having experienced it myself, I can’t disagree with those people but hey, we should all be a little crazy sometimes right? Boston winters may not be as beautiful as the springs or autumns, but there’s a certain elegance to the snow covered streets glistening in the sunlight and those cloudless bright blue skies. Not to mention the fact that you can follow that red brick road all the way round without having to push past the hoards of Freedom Trailers!
By the time we arrived in Boston we were suffering from a bit of diner’s fatigue- it was nearing the end of our epic trip and we had wolfed down some seriously good food, but the downside of that is it makes you really miffed at the seriously average food. So we wondered, would Boston be in the awesome or average category?
We almost didn’t make it to Philadelphia because honestly, we didn’t know much about it. I like a smear of Philadelphia on my bagel and the sweet chilli philly is genius, but that’s hardly a good reason to visit is it? Luckily, as we found out, there are quite a few other reasons especially for those history buffs out there.
After 17 days without cellphone contact, internet access, and pretty much any news from the outside world, it was time to leave Cuba. These technological comforts are available for those really desperate but after finding out the high cost and low quality, we decided to just cut ties with our gadgets. Travel was arranged the old fashioned way- we purchased our bus tickets from the stations a couple of days earlier, rooms were booked through word of mouth and trust… there was absolutely no price comparison or Tripadvisor reviews to consult. In many ways, it was easier, even liberating to just hope for the best and deal with whatever hand you get dealt! Generally, it’s a pretty decent hand considering what you’re paying.
But my sense of nostalgia was starting to fade, 17 days of disconnect was my upper limit. It was time to check those emails, send that ‘we’re alive text’ to the mums, and catch up on the Facebook gossip! Unfortunately, all this came along with a severe change of climate- flying into Toronto we were greeted by snow and the sharp drop to near freezing temperatures. I was no longer watching my step to avoid the endless dog poop (it seems Mexicans and Cubans aren’t big pooper scoopers) but now making sure I wasn’t going to slip on the icy pavements. Oh joy.