#afterthisweregettingpizza

Boston was the failed city of the Mosa Lina road trip of 2013. It fell on our itinerary between New York City and Ohio. However, due to car issues leaving NYC, we just didn’t make it. We’ve been planning ever since to have a Mosa Lina reunion in Boston. However, whether for budget, timing, or whatever other usual excuses, we’ve not gotten around to it. Somehow though, the universe converged in October of 2016, and all four of us were able to make it to the elusive city of Boston.14560201_10154277013677034_5054336389961388308_oKristin and I were scheduled to fly out of Orlando late on the 7th. But Hurricane Matthew wrought literal havoc on those plans. Early morning on the 5th I received a call saying “for our convenience” our flight had been pushed back until the 9th “hope that’s okay.” Seeing as we had planned more than 24 hours in Boston, it wasn’t okay. After many phone calls back and forth amongst google sessions, we ended up canceling our tickets and rebooking flights out of the Tampa airport (the west coast of Florida was unaffected by the hurricane). Booking a flight less than two full days in advance wasn’t as awfully expensive as I would’ve expected. The really complicated part of this was that I had driven to Gainesville, and needed to get my brother’s truck back to Naples. Stazzie had a gig scheduled in Orlando, and I was going to catch a ride back with her. But her gig was also canceled due to the hurricane. And I had originally planned on hitchhiking back, but….it didn’t seem like the wisest decision considering the circumstances. I was having trouble finding a bus ticket back to Orlando, and finally realized (upon using Stazzie’s computer rather than my phone) that all bus service in Florida had been cancelled. Lovely. It turned out that Kristin’s area was going to have a curfew in effect, and so she ended up taking her cats and driving down to Naples. Which…got us back in the same city, but I can’t say was terribly convenient. I suppose it’s not a real trip back to the homeland if your plans aren’t thwarted by a natural disaster.

Anyways, all of this to say, the world was still trying to keep us from Boston. But we persevered. It wasn’t all bad though, because all of these complications did make it possible for me to see Andria [my kinda/sorta roommate for a few months in Gainesville a few years back] in Tampa for a few hours. Kristin and I were the first to set down in Boston. We arrived at 10 something pm, and were followed shortly by Christy. Cassie’s flight was even later, so the three of us got some much needed late night sushi. We met Cassie back at Kristin’s cousin’s apartment (aka our base for the weekend), and stayed up for hours talking, despite the communal fatigue.img_5208We had planned on taking the free walking tour the first day, but after our late night, all we wanted was just to sleep in. Which we did. Because we do what we want. Our slow morning led into a stroll to downtown with much appreciation of the gorgeous northeastern fall weather. The focus of this trip, other than just being together, was pizza. A proper pizza tour was on the agenda. We headed pretty quickly for the first stop, Galleria Umberto. Serendipitously it was the perfect introduction to Boston pizza. It was the simplest of the pizzas we ate, and it was perfection. Perfect dough, perfect sauce, perfect cheese. The hole-in-the-wall joint has no music, no frills, just exemplary food. Literally around the corner was Paul Revere’s house, which we stopped to see, but no one went in. Christy and I had been before, and Kristin and Cassie weren’t keen on waiting in the extensive line. So instead we went on a hunt for doughnuts, in which I didn’t partake. But Kristin loved hers and Christy was not impressed with hers. On our beeline for pizza we had passed a lovely park overlooking the harbor, and we looped back around to revisit, now with happy pizza filled stomachs. During the course of people watching and weather enjoying, we got it into our heads that we needed to find an Irish pub. So we gathered ourselves and found The Black Rose, whereby we got warming drinks and curry chips. Curry chips. Curry chips in the US. I had never thought it possible, but in almost no time we had fat, fried wedges of potato paired with a bowl of curry sauce. Boston was turning out to be all of my food dreams in one place.14566360_10207496805233904_8260471636219087934_o14595557_10157586373000581_6705806619136254950_nThere were a few things in Cambridge we wanted to see, so we headed that way, but got caught in a rain shower. We ducked into an MIT building and waited it out for awhile in a massive marble hallway. My stop in Cambridge was another graffiti alley, which was cool, but not the most extensive gathering of street art I’ve seen this trip. We pretty decisively decided we needed more pizza and set out for Regina Pizzeria, where we waited in line outside the building for probably half an hour before pizza was ours. We decided upon a veggie laden white sauce pizza, and a red sauce with fried eggplant. Both superb and satisfying. We took our leftovers, grabbed a bottle of wine, and took advantage of the rooftop of our building. Candlelit conversations overlooking Boston are a pretty phenomenal way to end a day.img_520914540617_603390793173697_109315554862432256_nWe had expected rain on Sunday, and it delivered. All day, without ceasing. We started the morning off with smoothies, you know, to balance out the pizza intake with something healthful. Our indoor activities all turned out to be tastings, but some of them didn’t work out as well as planned. You had to take a spendy tour of the Boston Tea Party Museum in order to partake in tastings of the teas that were dumped into the harbor. Which…we decided against. Harpoon Brewery’s next tour was at 4pm, and we had arrived at 1pm. So instead of waiting, Kristin and I decided to split a few flights. Christy got a phenomenal soft cinnamon sugar pretzel with peanut butter and pumpkin dipping sauces. We picked up more pizzas, these ones weren’t on the list of places I had researched, but I realized it was probably a better sampling to incorporate both researched and just-happen-to-be-nearby pizza places. From Babbo we got a goat cheese with pistachios, honey, and something truffle-y pizza, as well as a mushroom and smoked mozzarella pizza. We took these to GrandTen distillery and played games for the rest of the rainy evening.14516422_10154278600367034_1623596441525223506_n14650337_10207506080225773_449925922885469546_nMonday was our final day. We had tentatively re-scheduled our walking tour to today. Well, in our minds, anyways. I had forgotten this walking tour required reservations, and it was booked solid. So we walked the freedom trail on our own. First we were going to hit up the public library, except it wasn’t open, due to it being Columbus Day. Which…we don’t celebrate, but apparently other people do. I had awoken that morning with a fierce desire for a chai latte, and the others were pro-coffee, so we found a nearby coffee shop. It was a cold day, and the warmth was at least a slight boost on our walk through the Boston Common. We were stopped by two guys doing marketing research, and Christy and I participated in an interview involving financial questions, for which we received Starbucks gift cards. And then it was pizza time again. We decided upon another close by rather than widely known/highly rated place. Which turned out to be a great decision. It featured ginormous by the slice pizzas with the fluffiest crust you’ve ever seen. I think it properly prepared us for our historical stroll through Boston’s red-brick-lined freedom trail.14705088_1696403454011246_3492167200331005952_n14657275_10207512241819809_1833445255965218888_nChristy was flying out in the afternoon, so we headed back home and chilled for a bit. After we sent Christy off to the airport, Kristin, Cassie, and I headed to our airbnb. It was a private room in a shared residence, and we pretty much just got sushi and hung out in our room. Kristin left before Cassie and I awoke. And then Cassie and I parted ways when we reached the T station where I took my first public transport of the trip to get to South Station (we had been taking free Lyfts amongst our four accounts). I found a deli across the street and had a hearty omelette and home fries before my bus ride to New York City. It was a pretty nice ride, except for the nausea at some point in the middle. The trek from the bus station to Roosevelt Island and Sarah’s apartment was easy and familiar.

*most of the photos in this post are thieved from the other Mosas.

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