Got back yesterday from Boston, Mass. It was my first time in New England. The closest I'd ever been was Georgia. I went up there for my cousin's wedding. Here are my observations:
- You can't throw a fucking stone without hitting a college or university anywhere near or around the city.
- The accents of the people were not as pronounced as I thought they'd be. (I was annoying the shit out of the GF, though, with my "I'm going to pahk the cah and get some clam chowdah" lines.)
- New England is beautiful in the fall. It screams Mayflower, Plymouth Rock, Pilgrims, Indians, turkey, colorful leaves and shit. The leaves have only just begun turning and it was still very pretty.
- They love them some Red Sox.
- And Patriots.
- Didn't really see much support for the Celtics or Bruins.
- Everyone is white. (Highlight with mouse to reveal.)
- Lots of trees, rivers and rock outcroppings.
- It's really easy to see how so much of American culture sprung from this area.
- I enjoyed having a beer at the original Cheers.
Long story short - I really liked the place. If I ever go back I'd like to go back and check out Martha's Vineyard and Nantucket. In fact, of all the places I've been in the U.S., I'd have to rank the Boston area behind only La Jolla, CA and anywhere in Texas. (Cue Bud Light's "Way Too Proud of Texas Guy" song.)