2005-09-26 - 2:28 p.m.
Dear Boston.
I visted you yesterday, and I'll admit that I wasn't that excited to see you. Really you were a 24hour layover. But don't cry Boston, I travelled you and I walked all over your historical area downtown. I really liked the graveyard, and not in a sick morbid way, but in an awestruck historical sense. I'll admit I'm a freak. I walked though Little Italy and it was surreal. I've been in my share of China Towns and I've seen pretend little Italies, but this was amazing. I think it really defines part of Boston and some of the people there.
Boston, I love the brick! It's so regal and rich, it really gives you this feeling of history and longevity. The cobblestone helps that too.
While I was in Boston I had some goals, I wanted to have Boston lobster and chowder and see the site of the Boston Tea Party. I didn't get to see the Tea Party sight because I was robbed Boston! ROBBED! I was so tired, the fat man on the plane took my sleep so I wasn't able to really appreciate too much because I was so tired. But Boston, I remember and I will come back. The chowdah was great though! I also went to Cambridge, but I will write Cambridge it's own letter because I think that he'll get mad if I group him with you, but Boston, you and I know that Cambridge is really part of Boston. We'll just keep that to ourselves though.
Oh yes Boston you smell... but I won't hold that against you, but I thought that I would let you know. I'm sure it's not your fault and just part of the being a city thing. I'm not trying to be mean, I was just saying.
Well Boston it was fun, I'll come back, until then I'll practice my Boston speak:
chowah, quatahs, lobstah, Boston Rob and Ambah.
sincerly,
Dea
