Fall in Boston
Boston actually has many pleasant delights to be enjoyed in October, contrary to popular belief
I remember a trip to Boston, Massachusetts in the north-eastern coast of the United States quite a while back when I was doing my A levels.
It was an exchange trip, where we would spend a week with an American family and follow them to high school to get an authentic taste of the American high school experience.
Even though I was thoroughly thrilled to be going to the United States, I was a little disappointed at the location. I mean when you think about America, you think about the magnificent New York sky scrapers reaching upwards into infinity.
Or you think about the sun, sea and sex of Miami, Florida. Gorgeous Latin women, semi-clad, with sweat glistening on their toned bodies. You think of the vibrant, buzzing nightlife and the retro art deco architecture along the Miami beach front which transports you back to the 1930s.
When you think of America, you even think of the superficiality of Hollywood in Los Angeles and world famous stars walking around as normal.
You don't think of Boston. Well maybe I'm wrong, perhaps you do, but I certainly didn't. Going there however, I was quite surprised at how much I enjoyed it. Make no mistake, it's no New York, but it does have a certain je ne sais qois. I think perhaps, it's that old world charm.
It exudes that restrained elegance that seems to be lacking in much of the America's cities, which seem fraught with mass consumerism, conspicuous consumption and the vulgarity that comes with massive wealth.
It comes as little surprise that Boston is probably the most reminiscent of England. When you're there, you do feel like you are in an outpost of old blighty. Boston was the site of many of the most decisive moments on the American War of Independence in the 18th century.
It was where the founding fathers declared their independence from England and it produced many important thinkers and intellectuals who contributed to Enlightenment thought and intellectual discourse.
Walking around the place, it was clear that the America War of Independence is something that is of special significance to the city and its inhabitants, the Bostonians.
We traced what they call the Freedom Trail, which is a red line that trails throughout the city. It's a heritage site that follows all the significant points in the city that had some connection to the American Revolution – from Paul Revere's house to Lexington and Concord.
We also hitched a ride on the tram to take us around the place, as our feet had simply had enough of all the epic trekking. The only thing was that we visited in October, so it was bitterly cold.
The only bonus was that it was also autumn, or what the Yanks prefer to call fall. Driving through the wide American road and boulevards of the Boston suburb Peabody, I instantly knew what all the fuss about fall in Boston was all about.
You are practically hit with a splendid array of red colours from all the leaves that have fallen and blanket the roads. The wide, scenic vista of dazzling reds and oranges is a compete assault on the senses.
I mean it sounds a bit silly that you can get thrills from a bunch of leaves, but in all my travels, I'd never experienced anything quite like it.
Apparently fall in Boston is quite a tourist attraction, with droves of holiday makers making to trip to experience the best of America's autumnal delights. Call me crazy, but I think I may well go back to Boston - just for a bunch of leaves.