I have lost count of how many times I have travelled to the United States. I have strong connections to this country. My first trip was in 1983 as an exchange student to Washington State bringing several return trips to visit host families and friends in the Pacific Northwest. A few years later, I made it to the East Coast – Philadelphia, New York, Washington and a side trip to Florida to meet my Hungarian-American grandfather for the first time. Then I married an American. We honeymooned in an a strangely quiet New Orleans in the wake of 9/11 and family visits focus on Pennsylvania, Denver and San Francisco. Quilting has drawn me to Ohio (the Crow Barn), Paducah and Houston. There have also been mid-Pacific rendezvous with loved ones in Maui and Kauaii.
However, America is a vast continent and there are so many places that I haven’t seen. The Laundry King and I resolved to explore new territory and our adventure starts in Boston.
It may be November but it’s still warm (20 C) and, unexpectedly actually, there is plenty of autumn colour. A perfect day to walk the Freedom Trail, a 2.5 mile (one-way) red brick line linking historic sites around the city. According to my Fitbit, we have walked nearly 30,000 steps (over 20 kilometres) today. Here are some photos from along the way:
The Public Garden and Boston Comon were very tranquil with squirrels scampering around in Washington’s shadow.
Many of the tombstones in the Granary and Copp’s Hill “Burying Grounds” featured skull and angel wing motifs favoured by the Puritans.
Paul Revere statue and the Old North Church where he arranged signal lanterns to warn of the march of the British troops.
Sue Domeney says
I agree Brenda, Boston is beautiful in November. My only visit to North America was a week in Boston about 17 years ago. We walked that trail with a guide and learned such a lot of the stories behind the history of Boston settlement and of course the famous Tea Party. 🙂