But boy was the place beautiful? It certainly was. What’s supposed to be a day trip only left us spending the night there and luckily we found a place – owned and a managed by a very nice gay couple. And what’s another great thing about Boston? The seafood. It was just too bad that my tummy acted up right after the wedding. Haha!
What happens when you let yourself be dragged on a trip to Boston? You get culture-shocked once you arrive at your destination.
After the wedding in Toronto, I agreed to my friend’s plan to come with him to Boston to see his sister. It has its benefits – we get free accommodation and tours on the side. Plus, I also trust not only his travel experience but his instincts. He’s one of the best travel buddies.
But, it turns out he also didn’t expect what we saw in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Haha! At Logan airport, we rented a car and drove to the peninsula for about five hours with the aim of reaching the lowest part of the cape – Provincetown. Of course, we were under the initial impression that the place is a popular summer destination what with the different bays and canals surrounding it and the Atlantic Ocean to its east. But what we didn’t expect is Provincetown being a major gay and lesbian resort destination – apparently one of the largest in the US.