Friday, June 26, 2009

I'll see the USA in my Chevrolet!

Saving our planet is important; I recycle, I try to conserve energy by using compact flourescent light bulbs and turning lights off when not in use, and wearing a sweater in the house in winter rather than turn up the furnace. But after our train trip to Boston yesterday, I've come to the conclusion, I am not a train person. Sharing space with crying babies, obnoxious children, oblivious parents, and people who don't care who hears about Aunt Martha's hysterectomy, is not my cup of tea. Then there's the shake, rattle, and roll of the train cars themselves; the ride had more bumps and grinds and less grace than a stripper at a bachelor party. There was little relaxing about the ride, except for on the way home, maybe the fifteen minutes between the next to last stop and ours, after the couple across the aisle from us decided to disembark, taking their hyper-active grandsons with them.

My Chevy Malibu may not be new, but it is comfortable and peacefully quiet--and I can decide when and where I want to stop. Maybe I'm just old! For sure the children on the train weren't any worse behaved than my own were at that age when required to sit for 2 hours, but my tolerence level was much greater in my late twenties and early thirties than it is today!

With that said, the rest of the day (the time spent in Boston) was lots of fun. We took trolley tours of Boston and Cambridge with City View Trolley Tours --they had a kiosk right in the train station. The tour of Boston was exceptional due to our driver and tour guide, Vinnie. He was just full of interesting historical tidbits about Samuel Adams, the Boston Massacre, and the Boston Tea Party, etc., which he shared with colorful detail and humor. We had some great laughs throughout the scenic and informative ride.

Later in the day, we took a second trolley tour of Cambridge, the home of Harvard University, Bunker Hill, and MIT. Our guide on this jaunt, although knowledgeable, seemed to have a limited vocabulary. Every site he pointed out was "cool" or "the coolest," and the word "like" was in every other sentence: "Like this is where the U.S.S. Constitution is docked. Like wow, it's really cool."

I would recommend these tours to anyone who goes to Boston; they are a great way to learn about the history of the city, plus you can get off at any stop you choose to learn more about, knowing there's another trolley going by every 20 minutes, so you can continue your tour.

The highlight of the trip had to be lunch, however. Joe had seen on the food channel or the travel channel a small restaurant called Pizzaria Regina located in Boston's North End, which was reputed to have the best pizza in Boston since 1926. You can visit their website: The brag is not unfounded. I love pizza and have tried it at many different places, and this was by far the best I've ever tasted! We chose the "Sausage Cacciatore Pizza" from the extensive menu and were not disappointed. The oven-baked pie had a crispy crust; the sausage (made by the Polcari family) was delicious, and there were losts of green and yellow peppers, fresh mushrooms, and onions. I've heard that although there are several locations, the best one is on Thatcher Street in the North End of Boston. I know I'll have to go back again. . .it was too good. (and I'm not being paid to say that!)


Jen said...

Glad you had fun in Boston....not so much on the train......Don't judge all train rides by this one.....I've taken train rides to Florida,to Arizona,and even in Canada, and found them to be really nice, comphy, and not "rock and rolling" at all.

Middle Aged Woman Blogging said...

Never been to Boston, always wanted to go. Love, too, that you have a Malibu!!!

Eva Gallant said...

It's a white 2006 Malibu Max. They stopped making them, which is a shame!