takin’ it to the streets.

I’m back to finally wrap up our Fall Break trip to Boston. We spent our last full day with the Clarks bumming around the streets of Boston. The plan was to go wherever the wind carried us, with special emphasis on Fanueil Hall and Boston Common. We landed in the Common first but after about .05 seconds the kids declared they are absolutely famished (of course) so we started the blocks-long trek to Fanueil Hall for lunch.

The boys stopped along the way for a bit of a history lesson at an old cemetery. But the girls just kept moving. Food was in our future. And I had suddenly remembered the macaroon I had scored at Fanueil Hall the last time I visited Boston. I was not to be deterred from the mission.

Before we arrived though a passerby handed the kiddos a few fun flags to wave.

It was Columbus Day and it seemed as good a time as any to claim and flaunt that this land was, indeed, our land. (Or something.)

We weren’t entirely certain about the second flag that was included in the bundle but the kiddos were having a grand time brandishing it so we let both flags fly.

But after a few more blocks we stumbled upon a Taiwanese protest and realized that our children had unwittingly been recruited as pint-sized activists about half a mile back. None of us were quite sure just what we were protesting so we ditched the flags as quickly as we could and continued our politically naive trek into the heart of Boston.

That was about the time that Caroline started complaining that her shoes were rubbing a blister onto her foot. So her selfless (and fashion coveting) best friend offered to trade pairs. The flats were from Nordstrom. My girl’s no fool.

After lunch (sushi for me and Pi’bears, hot dogs and lobster rolls for the boys) we loaded up for the carousel.

But first, that shot demanded to be taken. I was powerless in the matter.

Our after lunch plan was to find the best pastries the North End had to offer. Which meant heading over to Modern Pastry for a few cannolis. On the way we passed a Columbus Day Parade, a man handing out clown noses/change pouches,

a movie being filmed,

and Elizabeth Warren who was pounding the pavement to drum up support for her Senatorial bid. Β The only thing I didn’t take a picture of was Elizabeth Warren. Something tells me I will live to regret that decision.

(It reminds me of the time that Amy Shertzer saw Barack Obama on a plane – in coach – years before he ran for President. She had recently seen him on Oprah and was proud of herself for knowing who he even was. Bet she wishes she had a picture of that!)

Our hike finally brought us to our destination. Sugar addict Mecca if you will.

The place was crowded and it was difficult to see the selection before approaching the counter to order. I felt rushed by the crowd and in a moment of sheer un-genius I ordered a fruit tart. I’ve been known to side with the segment of the population who staunchly believes that fruit does not equal dessert. Why I opted for the fruit tart at the cannoli capital of the world is vastly beyond me. But as it turns out, it was an excellent decision. I savored every bite of that bad boy and might have even snarled when Sarah started eyeing my glazed kiwi.

Fueled by sugar and transfats, we hit the streets again.

Then Samantha grabbed this shot of Brent and I that I pretty much adore. Especially because he’s proudly donning his “I am no rocket surgeon” shirt.

The women and children were thoroughly exhausted by this point and after a back and forth ride on the harbor water taxi, we decided to call it a day. We sent the Daddies to hike back to the car and then swing by the fountains to pick us up.

While we waited the kids decided to throw caution (and dry clothes) to the wind and head straight for the water.

Which seemed like a really great idea until about 45 minutes later when we realized the Daddies still weren’t back and traffic in the heart of the city was horrendous. As it turns out, we weren’t the only ones occupying Boston on that sunny Monday afternoon. The 99% was there in full force and was making it awfully difficult for our ragtag group to be reunited for our drive home.

But finally with campaigning Democrats, Taiwanese protests, and Occupy Boston safely behind us, we were on our way back to the ‘burbs. The land that truly is our land.
Just as Columbus would want it. πŸ˜‰
ellen pattonOctober 27, 2011 - 8:34 pm

It would have been fun to run into you!

heather mayberryOctober 28, 2011 - 6:28 am

looks like a ton of fun. such good memories. thanks for sharing.

JessicaWOctober 28, 2011 - 10:55 am

Loved the storytelling!

AmyJOctober 28, 2011 - 12:01 pm

LOVE it! Looks like an amazing, fun-filled day … and that is exactly why I love big cities πŸ™‚

AmyOctober 28, 2011 - 1:44 pm

I completely forgot about that airplane encounter! Thanks for the memory! And I have to tell you that while any twine-wrapped boxed of pastries from the North End can’t be bad, Mike’s Pastry is the place to go!

I adore Boston — such a fun city and so fun to see you all taking it over! πŸ™‚

KimberlyNovember 6, 2011 - 11:25 pm

We’re Americans, but we’ve been living in Taiwan for 3 years. So I immediately recognized the flag in your post. Sorry, I have no idea what the protest in Boston was about either, but it made me giggle to see the kids playing with the American and Taiwanese flags! The kind of thing I would so do as well! Looks like it was such a fun day! Boston is somewhere I really want to travel with my family one day!!! Glad you shared your piece of it!

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