Boston, Massachusetts There is no just reason for my voyage to Boston, only that I had never before visited. Twas a chilly evening I boarded a bus in the city of brotherly love. Waiting for the bus to depart I danced with the city skyline – my city skyline. Whenever I leave Philly, whether it be for a long venture or short, I always take one last look and give it a mental kiss goodbye. A seven hour overnight bus to Boston sounds as glamorous as nothing. But when 5:45am rolled around I found myself waking up in Chinatown – Boston edition. I quickly hit the pavement to scope out the harbour before the sunrise. Oh & what a sunrise it was! Blush pink swifts of escaped sunlight crushed below grey thick clouds. Plane, after plane cutting through the sky while their reflections danced in the bay. All the while I lounge in a modern park complete with jazz music playing over the greenfield. Boston, you welcomed be fondly. From there I proceeded to walk along the harbour into the Italian part of town. The houses where all made of brownstone, and little alley ways connected all the streets. It was like I dropped back into Europe for a moment. So naturally I took the time to get lost, and take pictures. That is how most of my day went: walking, stopping in secret basement café for an espresso, sitting on park benches. Which was another beautiful attribute of this city, the wide open, plentiful parks and gardens. Wild greenery clung to the town homes which surfed the hilly cobblestone streets. Harvard and Cambridge were what you would think they are: cute little old towns inhabited with smart settlers. Harvard itself is worth the trip up north. Clustered colonial structures filled with unique boutiques. Everything from succulents to Harry Potter. I walked, I walked, I walked some more before crossing the bridge back over to the harbour after sunset. My last plan of the day was to catch the movie “Murder on the Orient Express” which was a three out of five star film. (Five being Oscar worthy.) The theatre I viewed the film in was a 1940’s vintage, and the wardrobes for every character in the film were fabulous, but the plot was boring. However, when the movie ended, the film made my feel some type of way. Like a big question mark wandering the tiny Frankfurt-like streets of Chinatown. Oh wait this is where I boarded the bus back home.