Roadtrip to Boston | My Family Travels
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            It was a crisp and cold December evening. Luckily there was not a cloud in the sky. My friend and I were going on an exciting adventure into the unknown. He had bought us tickets to go see the musical Chicago in Boston. Neither of us had driven to Boston by ourselves before so it was a new and scary experience.
            We made sure we were prepared. Beforehand he looked up directions online and had a GPS to guide us along the way. Between the two of us and the GPS, we were confident we would make it there with little trouble.
            We headed to Boston, from Connecticut, on Interstate 395. Everything was going well, we were listening to the Chicago soundtrack and having a good time, that is, until we hit the Massachusetts Turnpike. Dun! Dun! Dun! We are not accustomed to tollbooths, so this was a new encounter. Through the mass confusion of cars, it was difficult to figure out what lane to get in, there were just so many to chose from. In the end, we somehow got in the fast pass lane, which as it turns out was the wrong lane. A few miles down the road it occurred to us that we had made a mistake. We were slightly worried about getting fined, but we did not let it ruin our evening.
            You are probably thinking this is the end to our story, but unfortunately you are mistaken. As we continued our journey to Boston we were instructed by our GPS “to keep right.” Well, we kept right all right and managed to take the wrong turn and were sent back twelve miles to the beginning of the Mass Pike. We laughed knowing we still had plenty of time before the show started.
            The dreaded tollbooth came before us yet again. Learning from our previous mistake, we went into the “cash only” lane. It was smooth sailing from then on at least until we got to Boston which was one massive sea of one-lane streets. This is where we became extremely grateful for the GPS. It helped us find the theater and the nearest parking garage.
            The show was amazing and we had a great time. We even walked through the park across from the theater afterwards. As we got back to the parking garage we embraced the next challenge, getting out of the parking garage, which proved to be another obstacle in our adventure.
            Finding our car easy enough, but finding the exit was another story. We went driving around the parking garage like it was a maze, and eventually found the exit. Then it came time to pay the parking garage fee. Much to our surprise, the only form of payment the garage accepted was a credit or debit card, which neither of us possessed. If you had cash you were supposed to pay at the desk that we did not know existed until we were in line to leave. We nervously pressed the “assistance button” as a man approached us. We were unsure of whether to trust this man or not.   However, we did not have any other choice and handed over the money to him. Fortunately, the man did work at the garage, gave us our change and let us out of the garage.
            The ride home was fairly uneventful and we had no difficulties. I learned a lot from traveling on this adventure to Boston. Although we made some mistakes, we worked together as a team. It was a fun and exciting night, one that I will never forget.

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