I was actually surprised at how much Red Sox hysteria was not going on when we were there. We flew in the day after the World Series ended, so maybe people were just recovering? There were small pieces of evidence ocassionally.
This was quite the experience. Mostly how our tour guide refused to talk about it. I realized later that he had been directly affected by this as all Bostonians had been and the pain was still truly there, as it should be.
Also, I had a ton of charges for $1.00, $2.00, $5.00 on my credit card when I got home under "Subway" as in, the restaurant. I was so confused for so long, calling the bank, wondering if my identity was stolen by a Subway addict....Once I figured it out it was charges for the T I laughed for ten minutes straight. Mountain America doesn't understand what a subway is. We don't have those in our parts!
We ate lunch on the North End or Little Italy. There were probably six tables in this entire restaurant. It was the most legitimate Italian food I will probably ever eat unless I go to Italy. The little old Italian man thought Sarah and I were drunk because we were giggling so much, pretty much our life story.
Stay tuned for part two!