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Boston is quite cool. We went walking on the Freedom Trail today, which was quite exciting. I probably annoyed these kids with my dorky architectural and historical habits, but it was really fun nonetheless.

Actually, no, that is a lie. It was fun until the monument at Bunker Hill. 294 stairs up. 294 stairs down. I was going to kill a baby. At a minimum, Smalls, Bryan and Bill were going to die. My knees almost gave out, and I really hadn’t planned on a case of vertigo for the trip. I didn’t even get to look outside because I needed to collapse on a bench at the top and then fall on the ground when we got down again.

The T, Boston’s mass transit system, is very efficient, clean and almost user-friendly. The only thing I don’t like is signaling for stops on the train. Yes, that’s right, it’s more of a streetcar than a train. In regards to tourism, that is confusing the train would not stop at every station. But that’s the only drawback; everything else is great.

Of course, New England is absolutely beautiful. The rolling hills, colonial architecture and good food is exactly what I thought of this area. As far as the people go, they’re exactly as I thought, too — distant, not too horribly friendly, very compartmentalized and not “Midwestern.” I couldn’t live out here long-term, but I will definitely be coming back.