Thank You for Playing, Boston

Trip Start Mar 10, 2011
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Trip End May 05, 2011


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Saturday, April 9, 2011

My time in Boston was coming to a close, but despite the lack of attractions to demand attention that did not mean nearly the end of fun.  Last night had been a late one with some of the guys at the hostel.  It was nothing like the bustle of events at the New York hostel, rather more intimate and interesting.  In this way it made the place seem more like a guest house and the staff seemed more like fellow travellers to be.
During the day I mostly lounged, but found some time to explore a couple more of Boston's landmarks.  First was the Boston Public Library.  This beautiful grand building sits at the throne of one of the many public square, dauntingly guarded by three bronze doors with casts of virtues.  From the the brilliant yellow marble walls to the meticulous murals painted by John Singer-Seargent the structure serves the ironic purpose of distracting the occupants from the contents inside.  I visited Harvard's Medical Precinct for my own curiosity.  Far from the crippling insufficiency of the healthcare system, the the campus displayed proudly the glory of the prestigious school.  The lobby of the hospital was bright and airy with ample glass (much like those from House) and the main building was sprawling grand Gothic revival atop a massive city block.  A far cry from the dingy halls of Royal Melbourne, it certainly seems for all its shortcomings the American healthcare system wants not for money.
The night I spent with some students of Berklee.  After enjoying their local gig I followed my new found friends to their school for a small tour.  It is quite amazing what can be achieved when like minded individuals are given space and supplies.  Truly this becomes a cauldron from which geniuses are born, nurtured and matured.  I even had the pleasure of a serenade to end the evening (recording to come).
So my memory of Boston and the rest of the North-East will be a far departure from what I set out with.  Yanks are certainly not the small minded egotists I arrived believing.  Instead I have embraced their warm welcomes and found an admiration of their fierce independence.  Yet it still baffles me why they drive on the right.
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