City Fix If you asked my son his favorite part of being in Boston
last week, he’d tell you it was looking out on the city from the top of a tall,
tall building. That, or the 14 firetrucks surrounding our hotel, lights flashing,
as we stood outside in our pajamas with other guests while firefighters
extinguished a small fire on our floor.
These are things that just don’t happen in Franconia, and we filled our three days in Boston with experiences we’re unlikely to have at home. What I have always loved about traveling – whether to a nearby city or a foreign land – and what my children are learning, is that visiting other places bridges the divide between the familiar and the exotic. Both – familiar and exotic – are, of course, relative perspectives, altered by time and knowledge and new experiences.
My children think nothing of being able to run out the door into lots of space for playing and exploring, or of gazing at a gazillion stars in a night sky unhindered by light pollution, or of riding their bikes down the middle of our sparsely traveled road. But to these small-town kids – and their mom – everything about the city seems exotic: the tall buildings, the subway, the stoplights and constant buzz of traffic, the people moving everywhere. READ MORE