Vwoosh, as the taxi speeds passed my family and me, almost taking out a nearby  jogger. The sound of honking cars, trucks unloading, and cars passing, echoed the narrow streets of Boston with looming skyscrapers above. The faint smell of hotdogs and sweets filled the air but was quickly overpowered by the exhaust of a nearby truck. Businessmen talking, joggers running, construction workers drilling and excavating, all play a small part of what cities really are. From the time I went to Boston, I learned that big cities aren’t for everyone.

It all started one day when, my dad’s brother called and had a great idea to take a trip to Boston and do the whole historical part of Boston and finish the trip by relaxing on the beaches of Cape Cod. My parents pondered the idea and thought it would be a great idea because we had plans to go to Washington DC for the fourth of July and to Philadelphia at the end of the summer. So it would be perfect if we hit a trifecta of America’s historical cities. They decided that the best time to go was in between the trip to Washington and Philadelphia. You have to understand, my younger sister hates going anywhere that doesn’t involve her friends or going shopping at the mall. So, getting her to go wasn’t easy ( but she really didn’t have a choice). Shortly after school ended, we went to Washington. Washington was really nice and very interesting. The only problem we faced was trying to get my sister to go to the fireworks on the National Mall. Since we were going at such a busy time, there was heightened security because of the whole ISIS thing, which terrified my sister.

Not long after the trip to Washington, it was time to go to Boston. I could tell even before we got there, the trip was going to be a mess. The day before, my mom’s car (which we were going to take to Boston) started to act up. So just to make sure everything was going to run smoothly before our 340 mile trip on the Massachusetts Turnpike, we brought it down to Midas to get it checked out.  It turned out that there was something wrong with the car, Midas said they could fix it, but it was going to cost $300. My Dad’s truck was too small to fit my family of 4 and my Uncle and Cousin. My uncle’s truck was too small as well. So we had to fix the car.  We were close Boston and everything seemed to be going well, until we got off the Massachusetts turnpike and got onto the city streets. I think most people who don’t live in a big city or don’t know a city, can agree that you think you know where you are going until you get closer to the city and everything you thought you knew got off at the last exit. So, we tried and successfully found the hotel we were staying at. Once we got to the hotel, it seemed like it was going to be the perfect little trip we imagined.

That night, we decided to go out and get a bite to eat and explore. Like all families, we couldn’t decide where to eat. This one wanted this, that one wanted that, the other wanted to stay in the hotel room; it was a mess. To add to the confusion it was loud! People talking, cars honking, jackhammers digging into concrete. You hear and see it on television, but once you’re in it and not used to it, you feel like your head is going to explode. The whole time we were there it was over 85 degrees, which made walking ten times worse. My sister and I put our foot down on taking  public transportation. We took it once and decided it wasn’t for us. In addition, it seemed like it was everyone’s first day driving. People were speeding, running lights, driving over crosswalks while people were trying crossing the street, almost everything you can think of, they were 

doing. Just being there for the first 4 hours made me want to home, let alone three more days. Overall, the trip to Boston was exciting and interesting, after we got used to hustle and bustle, of course. But it really seemed to make Cape Cod ten times more relaxing!