“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.” ―
My sister and I were supposed to spend last weekend in Boston, but the hurricane cut the trip short. So, instead of Sunday night we drove home Saturday evening.
We spent Saturday at Quincy Market, enjoying the sites and sounds. There are all kinds of street performers, from violin players to jugglers. So much fun and talent!
We had breakfast inside the Boston Public Markets. The bagels (Levend Bagelry) and popovers (The Popover Lady) were delicious. The coffee was just ok (George Howell).
Faneuil Hall served as a meeting place of Patriots during the American Revolution. Nowadays is still used for public ceremonies, such as Citizenship Oath Ceremonies. One can feel the history walking through its doors.
We had a late lunch at State Street Provisions. We shared a little of everything, fish and chips, cheeseburger, avocado toast, street corn, salads. The food was good. The drinks were disappointing. I ordered the Triple Lindy (Vodka, Strawberry St. Germain, Yellow Chartreuse, Orgeat and Lime). It sounded amazing on paper, but it tasted boring and flavorless.
After the late lunch, we browsed an outdoors fair and bought some glass jewelry. By 7pm we were getting to my friend’s house to change to go out to dinner and more fun. That is when another friend called me and scared me with the news about hurricane Henri. He said: it will hit NY and then travel to Boston. If you don’t leave now, you may not be back until Monday or Tuesday.
I was not afraid of missing a day or two of work, but in such situations I rather be in my home and not stranded at a friend’s house.
“All human plans [are] subject to ruthless revision by Nature, or Fate, or whatever one preferred to call the powers behind the Universe.” ―
I loved, loved, loved the harbor. It was such a beautiful sunny day. We didn’t take any boat trips or tours. We were interested in doing the Duck Boat Tour on Sunday, but that never happened. Will do that in a next trip.
I guess I should start paying more attention to the weather reports when I plan trips.
“Plans are of little importance, but planning is essential.” ―
All in all it was a fun Saturday. The storm was not as bad as expected, but I don’t regret returning home. Better safe, than sorry.
“Ester asked why people are sad.
“That’s simple,” says the old man. “They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people’s ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they forget their dreams.” ―