Failed to update again… lol. Maybe cos I havent had the time or space to work on this over the past few days, resulting in intermittent updating.
An overnight flight with a transit in chicago at 6 in the morning (goodness) and I’ve arrived in boston. I got so tired that I took a nap, so in the end, I left for downtown boston at 6 anyhow.
So, seattle rained out on me, but my friends told me that there wasnt much to see anyway. oh well. i had such a hard time getting information on where to go anyhow, so i really couldnt figure that city out.
Busker outside the Very First Starbucks, Seattle, WA.
I like seattle as a city. it’s nice and big and developed and not too tourist-minded. which is always good. as a backpacker the last thing you want is to have specially prepared experiences for you. most of us prefer the anonymity of travelling, to pursue the kind of transience that only comes with wanderlust. to really know a place is to observe a setting – the last thing you’d want is for your act of observation to distort the original conditions. not all agree with my view, but i’d much prefer things to be this way.
So first meal of today was at 6pm. lol.. so expensive, but so worth it. It was at this place called the daily catch. really pricey at 21 bucks for a black ink pasta. but omg.
Flambe, Boston, MA. The chef posed for a series after this but i like the original one the best.
The restaurant was a typical “hole in the wall” setup. (learnt that off the internet). I accidentally discovered that this restaurant was smack in the middle of Boston’s Italian community. And honestly i think it’s one of the most awesome italian communities ever. Italians know their seafood, boston has good seafood. Match made in heaven. It was also a small joint, so much so that you’re never too far from the action. take a look at how close the people on the left were to the chef, I was a similar distance away. how crazy is that?
Apart from the food, there’s the architecture as well. the cast iron, the red brick, it brings you to another world the moment you get into it. there’s just nothing like it.. =/ in one word : amazing.
Boston Architecture, Boston, MA.
Bob’s Grocery, Boston, MA. In the italian district.
Ended my day with a walk by the riverside bumping into a little league game. MLB has been extremely boring for me, not least because at a professional level, you lose all vested interest in the match. once you pay for it, you’re always expecting to be blown away, by feats of athleticism that only a select few are able to display.
not so with the little leagues. here you have excited parents cheering on their even more excited kids. the standards are of course low, i could kick the ball faster than they can hit it, but that’s not the point. kids dont hide their emotions, they do not have a grasp on the concept of composure. watch one after a catch gone wrong, or after a good pitch or a good hit. watch the reactions of the parents, urging their children on when there’s a play going on.
it reminds me alot of collegiate sports, and in essence why we play sports in the first place. while we obviously strive for some form of sporting perfection, how many of us truly let our skills define our enjoyment? is it not mostly the company you are with, the kind of teamwork and other intangible aspects of sports that keeps us coming back? what was the most memorable sporting moment in your life? chances are, it’d be something that you did, not some record breaking feat you watched on ESPN.
and that kind of raw, unfiltered emotion, the little leagues have in bulk. it’s amazing.
Little League Match, Boston, MA.
See y’all tmr!
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