Happy Monday everyone! We are loving this extra hour of sleep we get now. We feel fully refreshed and ready to take on the week. It seems like it has been forever since our New England road trip, but it has only been about two weeks! Today we wanted to share about our third stop in Massachusetts. We went to Salem, Boston, and Cambridge! It rained pretty much the entire time, but we didn’t let it stop us from having a great time!
We first stopped in Salem for some spooky & witchy fun. To be completely honest, I expected Salem to be a lot cooler than it actually was. We had fun, but I think it is hyped up a lot. We drove past the “Hocus Pocus House” first before heading into town. What you can’t tell from the movie, is that this house is right on the water!
We visited the Salem Witch Museum, which was cheesy and fun, then departed on a two hour bewitched after dark walking tour. Our tour guide was HILARIOUS, and very informative. We learned so much about the witch trials, and how so unfairly treated everyone was. It was pouring down rain the entire tour, which in our opinion added to the spooky experience.
The Town Hall is where the Halloween party took place in Hocus Pocus.
We then made the short drive to Boston and crashed before departing on a jam packed day in the city. We grabbed a quick breakfast at Flour bakery, and then walked through the city over to Quincy Market/Faneuil Hall. We shopped around and then made our way north to visit Mike’s Pastry. I can’t even describe to you how incredible these cannolis were. My mouth is watering right now just thinking about them. Mike’s Pastry is a MUST when visiting Boston.
Our next, and favorite stop in Boston is Beacon Hill. This cobblestone neighborhood holds so much character. I could totally see myself living there one day. Even though we were getting drenched we loved walking around this area. Make sure when visiting you stop on Acorn Street for the perfect Instagram picture.
After doing some major shopping damage in Primark, we hopped in the car and made a short drive over to Cambridge to visit the Ivy of Ivy’s, Harvard. This is by far my favorite Ivy University, so I couldn’t wait to walk around like I was a fellow student. I absolutely loved the campus, and how accessible it was. If I ever (I won’t) decide to get a masters, I would try my absolute hardest to get into the big H.
I think that Boston is such an under rated city. I can’t wait to go back and spend more time when it is not raining. Have any of y’all ever been to Boston? If so, what are your favorite spots? Let us know in the comments below.
-Shelbs xx
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