The last time I was in Boston I was with a large group of 11 year olds and spent the two days visiting the Science Museum, Aquarium and the Boston Tea Party. I still have my signed t- shirt from this 5th grade field trip. I remember enjoying this trip but the second time around had a much more significant impact due to my pending journey across the pond. The similarity between Boston and England was astonishing. Everything from the pub menus to the quaint brick housing on Beacon Hill. My Brit felt the trip was somewhat lost on him and the many Britons we met in the pubs agreed. This must have been why I enjoyed the city so much.
We of course conquered all the historical tourist sites (Quincy Market, Faneuil Hall, Freedom Trail, Duck Tour) but we also made it a point to live like a Bostonian – complete a pub crawl down Union Street, relax in Boston Commons and enjoy outdoor lunch on Newbury. It was a gorgeous city causing me to rethink the possibility of living in America. It was small enough to be managable, yet large enough to avoid social repetitiveness. I am smitten with Boston. If I wasn’t jumping the ocean and moving to the Queen’s country, I would consider making a home in this England wanna be. If they had only sustained the accent as well as the culture.