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I am most comfortable when I am lost. Deliberately getting lost fuels my drive for discovery. Therefore, Boston, a beautiful historical city on the East Coast, was a perfect place to give myself a sweet adventure this summer. The primary reason that I went to Boston was the summer program at Harvard University, a rigorous 7-week of experiencing college for high school students. However, I was more attracted by travelling than studying, tour group than study group, and camera than textbooks. I dragged my friends along with me to go to all the places in Boston whenever we did not have classes and major tests. Not knowing our destination or our surroundings we frequently got lost within the city. After getting off the “T,” the Boston subway that stretches everywhere within the city, we walked down unknown streets and rode buses to the end of the line to unexpected sights and adventures. The sophisticated transportation of Boston made the travel so much easier than the Western trip for which my family had had to drive for hours to get to the destination. Sometimes, just walking aimlessly led us to some wonderful places that we did not intend to visit.
One time, after we got off the “Haymarket” station on the red line to go to the North End—Little Italy of Boston—for renowned Italian food, we decided to take a walk until we would get hungry. After walking for about twenty minutes, we arrived at the place where we could see the most beautiful city outlook that we had ever seen. The majestic Boston skyscrapers adorned with glistening lights among which a gigantic clock tower stood tall splendidly in the ink-black sky. The lights resembled the stars in the cloudless sky, and the lofty buildings seemed to whistle to me to have big dreams. We stared at the scene silently and listened to the music of the fountains around us. I loved this place. How wonderful it is that all it took us to discover this marvel was walking!
The vibrant night in the Little Italy welcomed us once we entered the Hanover Street where countless Italian restaurants stretched on both sides. I fell in love with not only the food that I had at Giacomo’s but also the lively atmosphere of the night in Boston where people could freely roam and venture without much danger of the late night. Having lived in the southern Texas now for five years, where the night was unconditionally the sleep time, I was completely new to this side of the American culture. My friends and I were thrilled to become a part of the night frenzy of Boston. After the exciting adventure in the Little Italy, we walked for about thirty minutes on the Commercial Street to get to the Boston Harbor, where we got to explore a new facet of Boston. Far from the vivacity that we have so far witnessed and immersed ourselves in, the Boston Harbor elicited tranquil and undisturbed air that made me feel cozy. The water was almost without any movement, and the moon and the stars were reflected on the water and illuminated the night.
We sat on the bench and went over our day in the serenity of the night harbor. Although walking all day exhausted our body, new experiences replenished our thoughts and broadened our view of the world. We agreed that it was a marvelous day that we would never forget—Boston was in our hearts.