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Searching for digs the day before heading to city is a mistake we've made early on and one that won't happen again. On top of that, the third monday in April is Patriots day, a New England public holiday, and the running of the Boston Marathon.
We ended up booking a small airport hotel in Winthrop, East Boston, before leaving New York. So after negotiating downtown Boston, the 'T', Boston's excellent (and America's oldest) subway system, followed by a bus, we found ourselves slap-bang in middle-America, a small town that could've easily been the set of a Stephen King novel (as far as the scenery goes anyway). Our apprehension about the distance to central Boston and such a quiet area were soon eased by the excellent and friendly hotel staff and the room, which was fantastic for the rate.
Sport is always high on the agenda in Boston so it seemed only fitting that we try to see a game of some sort. With the Celtics in the NBA play-offs and the Red Sox being sold out for virtually every game the odds of getting tickets were slim. No joy with either. We wandered around Fenway Park before strolling back towards the main part. Boston's got a great feel to it, especially the Copley square area with great architecture and nice wide boulevards lined with cafe terraces and it's somewhere we both liked straight away. On top of that, the public library offered 60 mins free internet a day! Not that exciting you might think - but after paying through the nose elsewhere, this was a real find.
After lunch we went back onto the common to follow the 'Freedom Trail', a 2.5mile walk around some of the city's most historic sites connecting Boston's role in independence from us savages in Britain.
Feeling all cultured-out, it was down to Quincy market for a mooch around and a beer. With our pick of sports bars around the old market-place to choose from we had some food and watched some live music. One thing about staying so far out of town is that going home for a nap/get changed/watch tv isn't really an option, so we were pretty shattered and headed back to Winthrop at about 11pm.
The next morning we took things a little more leisurely, getting into Boston at about midday and getting our free internet fix in the public library. After that, and a spot of lunch we had a quick look around the city centre (sorry, downtown) and then to a bar to catch the end of the other champions league semi-final. It was now about 4pm and I got chatting to another brit.
Up until this point I'd never been to game and didn't really understand it, but it's so huge over here that I thought there must be something to it.
Boston's a great city and somewhere we'll definitely be back to at some point. Maybe to run a marathon...