Seafood, Books, and Baseballs in Boston

     As I stepped off the airplane, my olfactory senses were immediately slammed with that fresh seafood smell.  My location: Boston.  City of the Boston Massacre, the Boston Tea Party, the Boston Marathon.....and Boston seafood.  To most people, that scent would instantly cause their stomachs to scream with desire, but for me, I plugged my nose and (for lack of a better phrase) got the hell out of there.  Awe, the struggles of a seafood hater.
     On our first day in one of the oldest city's in America, we ate seafood at the Atlantic Fish Co.  Yes, I had clam chowder (most all of it...I picked around the clams) and a Caesar salad.  We then walked to the Boston Public Library, which was established in 1848.  After perusing the many facets of this library, we headed for the Swan Pond to relax, people watch, and take pictures of the swans (ugly duckling-style), and swan boats (swan, swan, swan). To end our evening, we attended a Boston Red Sox game at Fenway Park.  No worries, fellow Cardinal's fans, the Toronto Blue Jays slaughtered them 14-1.

The Boston Public Library, the second largest library in the U.S. (behind the Library of Congress).

Do you spy a PDub?

Marble walls, glowing chandeliers, and stone lions (better stone than real).

Sturdy pillars, ornate artwork, and arched walkways.  If you are wondering, there were also books.....it's a library, duh.

Swan Pond, where you can sit, listen to street musicians, and take in the beauty of downtown Boston.

It's called Swan Pond for a reason.  Two swans live in the area and love to paddle around in this pond.

People like to paddle around in those boats too.

A revolutionary George Washington and a grateful American.

Not so sure about this seafood stuff.

Proof of eating clam chowder.

PDub's meal: an oyster po-boy.  The lemon was covered with mesh to prevent seeds from falling into your food, very clever.  With Harvard nearby, I am surprised we didn't see more amazing technology.

Drum roll please: FENWAY PARK!!!  Built in 1912, it is the oldest ballpark in the MLB league.

Imagine Babe Ruth up to bat in 1926, the year he hit 104 home runs.  Goosebumps?  For any baseball fan.

Our seats (very small seats from when people were tiny) were behind the visiting pitcher's bullpen and in front of many, many Canadians.  Fun fact: the Blue Jays are from Canada.

A thirty-seven foot, two-inch high wall in left field.  Better known as the Green Monster.  One of the Blue Jays ripped one clear over it.

I think my favorite part about the whole evening was listening to the vendors yelling in their thick Boston accents.

Ice Cole Be-ah He-ah!

Getchya cacka jacks!

Cah-ton candy!

Living a no R lifestyle.