Boston

I would come home from Detroit, rest a few days, and get ready for one of my last trips of the summer. This trip to Boston was supposed to be a “Girls’ Trip” with both my sister and my mother while my little brother was away at Band Camp and they were free, but my sister couldn’t go with us last minute. So, my mother and I took off for Boston for a trip with just us, one of our firsts since I had become an adult.

As to not make this trip all about baseball, because I had never been to Massachusetts and my mom has other interests (though, let’s be honest, a just baseball trip is always valid), we planned to stay in Salem and also check out Gloucester while we were there.

Regardless, our first day called for a trip into Boston, where we would walk almost the entire Freedom Trail and my mother would question her sanity for going to such an historical place with someone like me. I didn’t take a guided tour, but I know my mom felt like I was leading one with some of the commentary I made. 

Once we completed that portion of the day, we headed toward Fenway Park via the Cheers Bar (and detoured by a fire in the underground) for what is still the worst game of baseball I have ever witnessed. Mom and I still laugh when the anniversary of this game comes up because her Facebook reminds her that she made an attempt to “live tweet” the game to her Facebook. Still, we got to see Big Papi hit a homerun in his last season and sat right next to the Big Green Monster.

Our next day saw us to Gloucester for mom’s request of the trip: whale watching. Though, don’t be deterred, I made her do so much more than that. We checked out a local castle and I climbed up to the Massachusetts Bay Colony plaque before our sea adventure. We did see plenty of whales though, even if I am not a fan of the water. And, we ended our day with mom’s only other request of the trip: fresh lobster. Let’s be honest, we had lobster for lunch that day too.

Our last day in the area was all Salem though. Another day of history, though some mom could get much more behind. We took trolly tours, checked out two of the witch museums, and indulged in a maritime museum that featured pirates. We had a Thanksgiving dinner for lunch from a local restaurant and then checked out some cemeteries in the area (a favorite place of mine). Then, as evening dawned, we headed back to Salem proper for a ghost tour. The next morning, we packed up camp and I bid farewell to Major League Baseball for the summer.