Thus we said goodbye to the unique natural beauty of Acadia and headed south toward the grimy, slightly suffocating city of Boston. David Luna, who goes to Boston University, was our host for the night and was nice enough to let us stay in his frat house... classic. Before meeting with him, we took a stroll around downtown, through Boston Common Park, then along the so-called Freedom Trail. The Freedom Trail is a two mile hike around Boston, marked by the city's very historic sites. We saw revolutionary meeting grounds, Paul Revere's gravesite, the site of the Boston Massacre--that sort of thing. It was fun. We also stumbled upon the inner city residential neighborhood of Beacon Hill, filled with seemingly age-old brick houses. Curious about prices, we asked a passer-by for a rough appraisal, to which he responded, "They start at sixteen million."
Later that night we met up with David, who gave us his own personal tour of the city. This included a stop for clam chowder at the "Ye Olde" Union Oyster House, a place that claims to be the oldest restaurant in America. Afterwards, he took us to a renowned pastry joint, Mike's Pastries, for sweet and creamy canolis.
On our drive home through Cambridge, we stopped at Harvard to walk around and say hi to an old friend, Andrea. She gave us the Del Conte tour of the campus. Very beautiful school, and just across the Charles River from Boston. We slept well that night in a frat house that was unusually clean.
Boston was interesting, a cool mix of our country's colonial roots and the new agey-ness of a modern city. Even so, we were ready for what Yale would have to offer the next day.
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