If you’ll recall, I landed in Boston the day that it was on a complete lockdown while the hunt for Dzhokhar Tsarnaev continued. I wasn’t sure I’d get to leave the airport when I arrived, but thankfully was able to at least get to my hotel where I spent my first day consumed by the news and communicating with my cousin across town via text.
Lately I’ve been on a Southeast Asia kick. I don’t know what it is–the gorgeous beaches, delicious food, cheap accommodation (cheap everything for that matter), the culture, the animals..
Prague was the city I was most excited to visit on my European road trip. From the first time I saw photos of it, I knew it was bound to be a gorgeous real-life fairy tale of a city. And I couldn’t have been more right.
The drive to Salzburg from Milan was a treacherous one–the snow was coming down so hard and laying on the road, which made the journey almost two times as long. By the time we finally arrived in Salzburg, it was close to 2am. Honestly, it didn’t matter though–as soon as I saw the undisturbed blanket of snow on the ground and the thick flakes coating the tree branches, I felt an instant warmth and joy. After checking into the hotel, and taking a quick hot shower, I just wanted to stare out the windows at the still-falling snow casting the perfect silence over the city. There’s something so beautiful and comforting about seeing snow fall in the middle of the night when you’re supposed to be sleeping. It’s like you’re seeing something you’re not supposed to. It’s only meant to greet you in the morning. And greet me in the morning it did!
I arrived in Boston 12 hours later than I was originally supposed to due to inclement weather in my connecting city. It’s amazing what can happen in just 12 hours: a robbery at a convenience store, followed by a shooting on a college campus, a car chase, a shootout, a few explosions, one dead suspect in the Boston Marathon bombings, and another on the loose. When I landed in my connecting city, I had 9 text messages, 2 voicemails, 7 Facebook messages, and 2 tweets. All related to what was happening in Boston. When you’re on a plane and completely disconnected from what’s happening, it’s kind of scary to step said plane and see so many people trying to contact you!
It seems only appropriate since I’m in Boston that today’s Foodie Friday is clam chowder (or, as a proper Bostonian would say it: chowdah). One of my favorite things about visiting Beantown is feasting on seafood (you thought I was going to say beans, right?). Living in landlocked Austin, good seafood is hard to come by and so I try to eat as much of it as possible when I’m on one of the coasts.
Let me preface this by saying that I didn’t spend a lot of time in Milan, so I don’t have a lot of room to critique, but, it was probably my least favorite stop on my trip.