One Night in Boston (How to lose a car, make a friend and find God in 24 hours) Part 1

My desire is to lead a quiet life  live life as an adventure. I see my life as one long journey home. I am headed to the Promised Land, no doubt. But it seems that God has much for me to learn along the way…or maybe I am just one extremely slow learner. Either way, I know He has a good time training me for eternity and is loving me completely all the way home.

My latest adventure lesson included a journey into the celestial city of Boston, an Angel in disguise and  one lost car. It had been a stellar night out with my hub, walking around Downtown Boston, on a beautiful, sunny afternoon taking in the sights and sounds that make up city life in June. Brides in the parks–everywhere, ducklings and squirrels vying for my camera lens view, a Swan nesting in Public Garden,  The Freedom Trail and “people watching” as a sport. Boston is rich with architecture, history and beauty from every angle. The city beats to the sound of it’s own rhythm and it’s palpable. There is an energy and East Coast aura unique to Boston, no doubt. It is positively contagious.

We parked the car…or should I say porked the core in Arlington (pronounced “Ahhh-lingtin”)- a small but important detail we forgot to note at the beginning of our little adventure. We had dropped our daughter off for a concert (with a sweet chaperone) near Fenway park. (Remember this point  as my husband seemed to remember it to a fault!) The Sox were playing at home so heading away from Fenway (important note here as well) and closer to the city seemed our best option for parking and the night.

We ventured all over the city including Faneuil Hall aka Quincy Market, at least two of the local Starbucks locations, The Commons, and more. Good thing I had on my sneakers. If I were wearing a pedometer, it would have malfunctioned. Or imploded. Our mission: an inexpensive a cheap but fun night in Boston. Lofty, yes? Impossible- no way! But, a lot of foot action-we walked for miles. Literally. There are street performers on every corner, we heard an excellent Bruce Springsteen (sadly I’m not a fan!), a cellist, violinist, multiple other musicians, witnessed theatrics, various artists, break dancing and so much more. We figured we would enjoy the best of Boston, take it all in, grab our kiddo at the end of the night and head home.

Easy Peasy, right?

Well, the fact is, it is easy to walk around and have an entertaining night in Boston enjoying a plethora of activities for next to nothing. Where there is a will there is a way!

But “porking” is another matter altogether.

Join me tomorrow for part two of this Boston adventure when you will meet an Angel  a Bostonian, named Tito, who quite possibly saved our marriage.

Or at least the night!