Today morning we were smarter and left our room earlier to hit the crowds in breakfast places. We had chosen to eat in the Friendly Toast, when, after arrival found ourselves looking at the queue sitting on benches waiting to get into the breakfast heaven. We figured it being around half an hour wait, after all, it's one of the most popular hipsterbrunchplaces in the city, when it turned out that they have a table for two available. Opened the menus and even the strongest willpower wouldn't have been able to order just yogurt. So, my choice was Carribean waffle with maple syrup and caramelized pineapples and bananas. I needed three cups of strong coffee to drown all that caramel down and after leaving the hipstermecca, I didn't have any other wish, but to lay down in bed. Scott had it more difficult with the menu, because he saw his name behind three different menu items. With the help of the waiter he was able to narrow it down to one and even then there was something left on the table, after he was finished. Because, the American breakfasts are not made for pussies. We walked back to the hotel and I bonded with the bed again.
We had found out that it's possible to store luggage in the South Station, so that's where we went. Having only one instead of two heavy backpacks we made our way through the shopping heaven to the park. With that we considered having put the first part of the day successfully behind us and earned a little nap. We sat down on the grass and watched people. After an hour it seemed time to continue with sightseeing and we made acquaintance with the sightseeable part of the town right behind the park. In the mentioned district there is one specially sightseeable cobblestone street, even listed as must-see in Boston. I thought most sightseeable on that street were the tourists, who devotedly were taking pictures of the street and themselves on the street.
By that time the memory of the brunch started to fade and we got increasingly hungry. We found a grocery store (which is, in the middle of a city not easy task at all, because the idea of small grocery stores is fairly unknown here), got hummus, cheese, prosciutto, crackers and blueberries and returned to the park. Spent a quality hour with good food and better company and after consulting the Google Maps, who confirmed us that there is a Chinatown in Boston, made our way there. And after 5 minutes, after seeing all of it, it was clear, that we have seen way more impressive ones. Since we were conveniently halfway to local Little Italy (North End), we decided to return there. Because yesterday we considered the queue behind the famous Mike's Pastry too long to wait and didn't stay, but after asking some people on the street, who were carrying Mike's Pastry's boxes, they convinced us that it moves fairly fast. That was true and in no time we found ourselves back on the street, carrying two huge cannolis - lemon and chocolate ones. Walked to the harbor and had another picnic.
Based on previous research I knew that from the opposite side of the harbor one can enjoy breathtaking views over Boston and especially astonishing were they supposed to be during sunset when all Boston skyline and the sky above the line is painted golden. Since the mentioned park with the view was halfway to the airport, we picked up our luggage and took Uber to the park. Watched the sun setting on the side of Boston not as planned behind it and were grateful for the founder of Photoshop that adds the expected golden tone to our as well as the picture found in Internet.
We went to the airport, where one of us (not me) went to the local bar to watch football and left his wife to sit alone with luggage at the gate. To be fair, it should be mentioned that before doing that he went to complain to the girl at the gate, how unlucky we were getting the seats so far from each other and how long he hadn't seen his wife and how much he would like to sit next to his beloved wife. And ideally even stretch the legs in the cabin. The girl understood the concern and Scott returned from negotiations with two tickets next to each other in the exit row. Which, as we know, has more legroom.
We had found out that it's possible to store luggage in the South Station, so that's where we went. Having only one instead of two heavy backpacks we made our way through the shopping heaven to the park. With that we considered having put the first part of the day successfully behind us and earned a little nap. We sat down on the grass and watched people. After an hour it seemed time to continue with sightseeing and we made acquaintance with the sightseeable part of the town right behind the park. In the mentioned district there is one specially sightseeable cobblestone street, even listed as must-see in Boston. I thought most sightseeable on that street were the tourists, who devotedly were taking pictures of the street and themselves on the street.
By that time the memory of the brunch started to fade and we got increasingly hungry. We found a grocery store (which is, in the middle of a city not easy task at all, because the idea of small grocery stores is fairly unknown here), got hummus, cheese, prosciutto, crackers and blueberries and returned to the park. Spent a quality hour with good food and better company and after consulting the Google Maps, who confirmed us that there is a Chinatown in Boston, made our way there. And after 5 minutes, after seeing all of it, it was clear, that we have seen way more impressive ones. Since we were conveniently halfway to local Little Italy (North End), we decided to return there. Because yesterday we considered the queue behind the famous Mike's Pastry too long to wait and didn't stay, but after asking some people on the street, who were carrying Mike's Pastry's boxes, they convinced us that it moves fairly fast. That was true and in no time we found ourselves back on the street, carrying two huge cannolis - lemon and chocolate ones. Walked to the harbor and had another picnic.
Based on previous research I knew that from the opposite side of the harbor one can enjoy breathtaking views over Boston and especially astonishing were they supposed to be during sunset when all Boston skyline and the sky above the line is painted golden. Since the mentioned park with the view was halfway to the airport, we picked up our luggage and took Uber to the park. Watched the sun setting on the side of Boston not as planned behind it and were grateful for the founder of Photoshop that adds the expected golden tone to our as well as the picture found in Internet.
We went to the airport, where one of us (not me) went to the local bar to watch football and left his wife to sit alone with luggage at the gate. To be fair, it should be mentioned that before doing that he went to complain to the girl at the gate, how unlucky we were getting the seats so far from each other and how long he hadn't seen his wife and how much he would like to sit next to his beloved wife. And ideally even stretch the legs in the cabin. The girl understood the concern and Scott returned from negotiations with two tickets next to each other in the exit row. Which, as we know, has more legroom.
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