A city that we loved together, remember?

Amy, do you remember how lovely Boston was? I didn't expect to fall in love with it so quickly. And not with Thoreau (which we knew from the beginning), but with the brick and the Freedom Trail and that hostel with the creaky bed and The Watson Twins?

And we got to follow the red line through the city like ducks in a row starting with this wonderful statue in Boston Public Gardens?

And Wagamama's! We had waited far too long to encounter its deliciousness! And it came at a perfect time. We had been wandering the city, following the Freedom Trail, and we were tired and hungry and we knew that Wagamama's would make us feel all right. 

And remember how this stonework was everywhere? And these iron workings that would seem garish in other cities, but existed so perfectly on an abandoned alleyway? I loved how everything just felt as if something really awesome and important had happened right there. 

Walden's Pond was absolutely incredible. It was so lovely to see so much green. It started to make sense why all of those early American writers couldn't write about anything but how gorgeous nature was. It made me forgive Thoreau for being such a faux naturalist. I would want to be one too if I had lived there!

And we were in Thoreau's loving arms? Cradled in his well-meaning aura of a little self-importance?

And I got to pet a cow with a person pretending to live hundreds of years ago? 

How could we not love that place. How could we not fall in love with all of it.