Well, we’ve returned from an amazing trip to New England, and Joe has decided he will probably choose Dartmouth, and, oh my gosh, I had a whole post written here, and this stupid app didn’t auto save it as my laptop did. I hate using the iPad for this!
Ugh. Anyway, so here I go again, trying to recall and duplicate what I wrote last night.
We arrived in Boston around 2:00 pm on Wednesday. Joe took a different flight, and arrived an hour before we did. He was just boarding the Dartmouth Coach when Aidan and I got off the plane.
So, we headed to pick up our rental and were pleasantly surprised at what I got for $14 a day:
So we plotted a course for downtown Boston, and OMG, driving in Boston is a nightmare on wheels!
The roads were extremely narrow, with no white line dividing the “lanes.” I didn’t even know there were two lanes (the road was so narrow, I didn’t think two lanes were possible), until some guy started honking and aggressively trying to edge past me on the left. Okay, so two lanes. The roads were confusing, winding, and pitted. Cars would literally just stop in the middle of the road, their blinkers on, heedless of the bleating fury of everyone else trying to squeeze by them.
Literally, we encountered cars stopped like that all over the place, and I don’t use the word “literally” as lightly as that guy in Parks and Rec.
There are apparently no rules of the road in Boston, either. People just drive wherever and however they want-running red lights, careening around turns like they’re practicing the drift, and a host of other traffic skullduggery.
And not only are the roads congested with cars, but with people, too. I suppose many of them grew tired of risking their lives everyday and have resorted to walking. But that doesn’t seem to make them less careless, as they jaywalk into traffic all over the place as though they were blind and deaf.
But the lack of obedience to traffic laws was balanced out by the beauty of the old city. The architecture, with its haphazard blending of new and old, was sorta charming, if not downright stunning. We marveled at the details carved into some of the older buildings with awe.
Aidan said this old house standing proudly between modern buildings reminded her of Stuart Little’s house:
Soon, it was time to head toward New Hampshire and our hotel, so we inched toward the highway, which was a huge relief after driving through downtown Boston.
And since I’m running out of time, I’ll have to post about the rest of our amazing trip tomorrow. Suffice to say that Vermont is now my favorite place, specifically around the town of Quechee! And Dartmouth was awesome too! Lots more pics of Boston, Vermont, and New Hampshire to come!
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