Today the boys and I spent a large amount of time in the car in what amounted to a five-hour trip for cannoli. Sometimes, adventures don’t go as planned.
We drove to Boston to go to the Museum of Science to see the new Pixar exhibit on a rainy summer day. In hindsight, I might have realized everyone else in New England would do the same thing.
It’s been a long time since I have been nervous to drive in Boston; this is not to say that I know where I’m going. I was pretty sure I remembered how to get there from the Storrow Drive exit, and I wasn’t totally wrong. I knew where we wanted to be and I knew kind of where we were, so technically we weren’t lost. The boys may have been humoring me, though, when they agreed to my claim that it was much more fun to have an adventure by exploring new places than to have GPS. I also taught them about driving in a city: a yellow light means speed up and you really can’t afford to be nice to other cars.
We eventually found the MOS and the garage was full. Lechmere Station lot was also full. The next garage we found cost $25 to park for just a couple hours, so we decided to abandon our original goal and go to Mike’s Pastry. Ironically, cannoli for five people also cost $25. We did three circles around the entire North End while Owen ran into the store and the rest of us looked for “the best pizza on earth.” While the best pizza on earth may be found in the North End, parking cannot. We scrapped plan B and headed out of Boston to go home and watch red box movies on our sofa bed.
We ended up eating at Bertucci’s in Woburn on our way north and Owen commented on our “quest.” I explained that the term quest implies making it to your destination, so what we were having was an adventure. Tomorrow we are planning on going hiking. Should be an adventure.