We finally made it to Massachusetts, and for the time being, we had no animals with us. My husband’s family came to this country in the 16-1700s from England. The first ancestor that we can trace back lived around Weymouth, Massachusetts. So we at least wanted to drive there and see what it looked like. Basically, now it is just a suburb of Boston. So since we were that close, we decided to spend the day wandering around Boston. We parked in a garage that had spaces so close that I thought we would never get in or out of there. The attendant actually offered to park, but my daughter decided to do so herself with him giving her directions.
Then we wandered up to the main street. We were at a wharf that was directly on Boston Harbor. Wow! Who knew that I would ever see the place where the Boston Tea Party took place. It was a wonderful opportunity to explain history to my granddaughter who is homeschooled.
There was some type of event going on where lots of venders were selling various products. There were many beautiful items, but honestly as crowded as the SUV was, they would never have made it home. We looked at the buildings, parks and the harbor with all the boats. We stopped at State Street Provisions for lunch. The thing that I had looked forward to the whole trip was getting to eat clam chowder and lobster. This restaurant was absolutely amazing! My granddaughter got the chowder and my daughter and I split an order of chowder and a lobster roll. With the lobster roll, you had a choice of salad, fries or half and half. I got the half and half because I knew my granddaughter would eat the fries after her chowder. That lobster roll had a lemon zest on it and was chunks of lobster on a toasted roll. It was absolutely the best food that I had on the entire trip. If you are ever in Boston, I would definitely recommend this restaurant!
After eating, we walked around looking at two beautiful churches: St. Leonard’s and St. Stephen’s. They were both very old, built in the 1700s. St. Leonard’s was much more ornate and reminded me of the painted churches here in Texas.
After attending Mass at St. Stephen’s, we left Boston and drove to Yarmouth. It had been a very relaxing and interesting day!