Since we only had three flights, one layover and a bus trip across an unknown city during rush hour before we reached our final destination, Pam decided it would be wise for us to load up on some sustenance at the Dallas Love airport. Her choice for breakfast was Dickie's BBQ. We powered down some mean brisket breakfast tacos in anticipation of the first trip together without kids in almost two years!
The breakfast tacos were great with Pam giving Dickie's on a 3.5 of 5 scoops of BBQ sauce. With our stomachs happy we loaded up on our next leg to reach Boston. We arrived at the Boston airport with the Captain making the announcement we would be in 30 minutes early. I was as excited as a kid waiting for Christmas! 30 minutes early meant 30 more minutes of fun! We quickly figured out it was 30 more minutes of waiting on the plane for a gate to open up.
Since we are new to Boston and being the adventurous travelers we are, Pam and I made the decision to take what the locals call the "T" for our transportation to the hotel. We had to wait outside the airport for 45 minutes to get on a bus that drove us to another bus station so we could walk a block to another bus station to connect us to the hotel. At this point, I was tired, grumpy and had no desire to load my luggage and jockey for a seat on another crowded city bus. I declared we were hoofing it to the DoubleTree.
After being in Boston for two hours and waiting on buses and walking a mile through China Town in the rain, we made it to our hotel. Check in was smooth, and the room was great. We dumped our luggage and set out to explore. Our fellow history buff and friend, Cheree has played a significant role leading up to the trip and helping us map out the must do's for our adventure. Based on her recommendations we headed to Faneuil Hall for our first stop since it was close to our location.
As we started our walk, Pam became overjoyed with delight as she found a Chipotle on Avery Street. Too bad AK wouldn't have the opportunity to eat at her favorite restaurant on the street with her namesake. Pam and I decided to ditch the girls with Uncle Andy and Aunt Minnie as they headed to Lake Granbury for the weekend. AK would just have to settle for a picture instead of a burrito.We continued our journey through Boston in marvel of the architecture and the fantastic sights our eyes were taking in. What's cool about Boston is all the fantastic buildings you come across. We walked right up to a building called the Old State House. It's the oldest building in Boston, and the Declaration of Independence was read for the first time to the people of Boston on the balcony on July 18, 1776. Pretty remarkable to think the birth of the nation was announced at this very building for the good fighting citizens of Boston.
With our stomachs growling and our throats dry from a long day of travel, Pam declared it was time to find a bar for some spirits and food. Since we were in Boston, it only made sense to go to a place where everyone knows your name.
In honor of Holmes, AKA Tony Jackson, on the way in I asked Norm what was shaking. Without missing a beat, Normie replied, " Just like Tony, all four cheeks and a couple of chins!"
We sat down and waited, waited and waited some more. Pam found it odd as it was not busy and very few tables were full. Our server finally came by with her not-so-happy face on and asked for our order. Pam declared that her cheery disposition would earn her the name of Carla. After several long minutes of waiting, Carla returned with some beers and Pam, and I were able to officially toast our much-needed adult vacation that had nothing to do with volleyball or kids!
After chowing down on hot dogs, fries and several beers we were shocked to see the final bill. Apparently Woody has hit Sam up for a raise! Carla continued to be as pleasant as she could while expecting a 25% tip. After tipping Carla only 15% Pam and I agreed the that on a scale of one-to-five, Carla got a solid 4 middle fingers while the ambiance of Cheers received five satisfied empty beer mugs! No trip to Cheers would be complete without paying homage to Brett Flood's all-time favorite relief pitcher Sam "Mayday" Malone.
With our bellies full and thirst quenched we decided to continue on to the North End. On our journey, we came across Paul Revere's house and decided to stop and say hello. It was late in the evening, and the keeper of the house said Paul was out on some vital horse ride and we would not be able to meet with him.
We continued our journey through the North End enjoying the sights and smell of all the excellent Italian restaurants in the neighborhood. Exhausted from a long day of travel and Pam logging in 9 miles on her Fitbit, we cashed it and went back to the hotel for relaxation and rest for another day of adventures. We checked in with the girls, and they had safely arrived at Lake Granbury with their Uncle Andy and Aunt Minnie. AK and Little D were enjoying being spoiled with nuggets from Chick-fil-a and shakes from Whataburger. Rumor has it, they also were able to go out on the lake and do some paddle boarding!
Pam and I neslted down and quickly fell asleep as we dreamed of vision of eating clam chowda, staring up at the Green Monsta and whatever else the next day might bring!
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