Beantown from the Boston Harbor
Boston--with its bagels, fresh seafood, and epic pub crawls--is my favorite town. I've gone every year since I was but a wee nipper. It's my home away from home. It's there that I was first terrified by a dinosaur and dazzled by lightning, ate massive amounts of "lobstah" and Dairy Joy, and saw my first whale. I've even mastered its subway system, which can be a little daunting. I know every stop leading to my favorite spot--the New England Aquarium.
The Giant Ocean Tank courtesy of the New England Aquarium. Photo credit: W. Chappell
It's best to buy tickets online. Since the renovation, the Aquarium has been drawing in quite a number of visitors, so it's better to plan ahead.
Walking into the blue gloom of the Aquarium, it was obvious a lot had been done to the Giant Ocean Tank. I said a quick hello to the penguins on the ground floor and continued up to the main tank. All of the windows had been replaced, eliminating the glare I remembered from the old windows, and the coral reef had been replaced. The tank looked better than ever.
That's not me. Wouldn't that be cool?
That is me. I do cool stuff. You should, too.
Babies!
Pictures don't do it justice, neither does video. It's an experience, and that means there's nothing else that can replace actually being there. My parents took me when I was little to educate me and it instilled a sense of wonder. I think that's why I keep going back. It's my blue mecca. People talk about a "childlike sense of wonder," and the phrase never really makes sense to me unless I'm there. I watch sea turtles fly, and I'm quiet. There's no world, no screaming children in strollers, no bills, nothing else except the Giant Ocean and me.
I think we need more of that quiet in our lives.
California sea lion pups Zoe and Sierra. Photo courtesy of the New England Aquarium. Photo credit: K. Ellenbogen.