Red Brick & Good Coffee

I said goodbye to New York City one last time with $3.50 margaritas and some pretty amazing people. It was a pretty epic night, finishing up with an incredible view of the city at Le Bain in the Meatpacking District. The perfect farewell to a perfect semester abroad in New York.

I had one more city to explore before making the long journey back to Australia: Boston.

I only had one full day in Boston. And the weather wasn’t being kind. It poured with rain for most of the day. But I braved the weather and managed to make the most of what little time I had, seeing most of what I wanted to see and even fitting in a couple of coffee stops along the way.

Boston is a really pretty city. There is a lot of red brick; the sidewalks are red brick, the houses are red brick. So much red brick! The little side streets are super cute with beautiful green gardens and pretty flowers. The front doors of each house are unique and painted pretty colours. I had a wonderful morning walking the city streets and following the Freedom Trail.

I escaped the rain and stopped for coffee at a cosy little cafe called the Thinking Cup. I sat at the bar in the window, drinking my coffee, overlooking the Boston Common.

I had lunch at the Quincy Market, which you can find about half way along the Freedom Trail. This is a great spot for lunch with so many different kinds of food to choose from and a beautiful central hall to take a break from the rain and eat.

I spent the afternoon in Cambridge wandering through Harvard University. It did not fail to live up to its name. It is a really beautiful university campus. Again, red brick was a prominent feature and the grounds were beautiful and green.

I had another coffee break, this time at Crema Cafe on Brattle Street, before being surprised by the arrival of two of my housemates, Crysa and Feiya. They had spontaneously decided to come to Boston and ended up visiting Harvard at the same time as me.

I had dinner with the girls in Chinatown before ending my five months in the US with some less than ordinary stand-up comedy organised by my hostel. Not the most exciting send off, but nothing could dampen my high spirits. Tomorrow, I was going home.