So…we kind of cheated. We aren’t actually paperwork pregnant yet, but two weeks ago, we still went on our papermoon. Tickets were purchased, lodging was secured, and parents were in town to stay with Teddy. So despite the fact that we were still waiting for a final piece of paperwork to complete our adoption application, we kissed our little man goodbye and flew to Boston.
I really liked Boston. So many capital cities are kind of boring. I imagine they were more exciting at one point, but now their main feature is the capitol building and they boast little else. But Boston has history on its side. It was the site of many events in America’s past, so it’s a destination for travelers other than those like me whose bucket list includes touring all 50 state capitols plus the nation’s capitol.
The Boston capitol is one of the more underwhelming of the 18 I’ve visited so far, although I did learn about the origins of “red-tape” in reference to slow-moving bureaucratic processes: years ago, bills were tied with red ribbon when placed on the desk for review. The capitol also has a gorgeous metal railing lining the main steps inside. The artist broke the mold so the pattern couldn’t be duplicated.
We flew into Boston, but our ultimate destination was Cape Cod, where we were staying for two nights, so after touring the capitol, we drove to our next stop on the 50 capitol tour, Providence, Rhode Island. (We had only one day to tour both because we flew in on Friday and neither capitol is open on the weekend. Mike was actually convinced we could fit in Hartford, Connecticut, as well, but I decided it would be too tight of a turnaround.)
Providence is similar to most capital cities we’ve visited: cute and quaint, but not much to see besides the capitol. But the capitol is beautiful. My fave part is that it’s topped by a statue known simply as “Independent Man.” Originally, the carved man on the dome was supposed to be the effigy of the founder of Rhode Island, but no one knew what his full name was, so they just decided to name the statue “Independent Man” instead. The Providence capitol also has a little library. It doesn’t compare to the quaint, creaky-wood-floor library in Springfield, but it was still fun to glance around. Books were shelved high enough to require a two different platforms with handrails, which is definitely a sign of a good library.
From Providence, we drove to Cape Cod. Given the traffic in off-season, I was grateful we weren’t traveling in peak season, when it can take hours to get from beginning of the Cape to its tip, out at Provincetown. We were staying in a hotel on the western side of the Cape, and didn’t venture out the first night. But Saturday morning, we drove straight to Provincetown, which, according to the guide books, is the only place really worth visiting on the Cape.
The weather was perfect. It was sunny and warm, but not overwhelmingly hot. One thing we didn’t figure on was so many shops and cafes closing up during the off-season, so we had to hit up Plan B for our breakfast stop. But the Portuguese pastries we munched on were delicious and sustained us for a morning of reading and searching for the nearest beach. Getting my once-yearly view of the ocean was an adventure, but well worth it. Let’s just say, on the map, the beach looked much closer. When we finally arrived at the entrance to the National Seashore, we, well, thought we were there. We were wrong. Turned out we had a couple football fields’ worth of marshy sand to trudge across. And the trip back was way more marshy. In fact, had as much ankle-deep water greeted us from the entrance, I probably wouldn’t have made it to the ocean. So I’m glad I didn’t know what kind of trek was awaiting us on our journey back to town.
The ocean is beautiful. It always is. I absolutely adore the crashing waves. Never tire of the view of endless water and horizon. Love watching beachcombers stroll leisurely by, head down, looking for shells and unique rocks. I always bring a book, but never read as much as I think I will. The surf is just so mesmerizing.
Upon our return to town, we sought out the pizza and coffee bar we’d seen during our morning meanderings. Two of Mike’s favorite things in life, under one roof? How do we not have one of these in every city? But we tried not to eat too much because lobster was on the menu for dinner.
And oh wow. What a lobster we enjoyed. The owner of one of the many art galleries we peeked into had advised us to order the 2-pounders; we shouldn’t waste our time on the 1 1/4-pounders. When we mentioned that to our waitress, she suggested the 6-pounder, because that would be a better deal for the two of us. We agreed. I mean, really, how often do you eat lobster caught that afternoon? And it was delicious. And we ate it at a table overlooking the water as the sun set. I feel like it should’ve been our anniversary or something. Because now we have to top that in a couple months!
The next day, we drove back to Boston and walked the Freedom Trail before our flight home. I love how Boston is similar to European cities in its juxtaposition of old with new. Commuters drive and walk past buildings dating from the American Revolution. I would love to visit Boston again since we didn’t have time to do the city justice. But the taste we did get was delightful.