Just a couple of hours drive from bustling new York city, in the heart of New England is Boston the capital of Massachusetts, the Atlantic ocean. Jumping in dozens of little sailing boats and boats, the locals slowly travel through the Charles river, sailing past the skyscrapers and the skyscrapers of the Financial center. They do everything slowly going out sailing after a long day, stop in the middle of an easy run to capture a particularly beautiful sunset, or a walk with the dog in a local urban sanctuary, Park, and Boston Public Garden. Immaculate landscape of this Park will delight any, even the most jaded visitor with its light aroma of countless flowers and rare plants, a small pond with a charming bridge and, of course, lush hydrangeas, to pass which it is absolutely impossible.
In General, Boston is a city that stands out so different and colorful America, because, unlike many other cities, it has consistently felt this historical connection with Europe, with Britain. Of all American cities, Boston is the most European that, in my opinion, adds to his charm. He is calm, homely and much warmer than its bustling cities-neighbors. The peculiar intersection of the Old and New worlds, it represents a mixture of two cultures, enveloping her unique desire to live happily. The desire to be somewhere on the border between the bustle of office work and the study of history at the University, on the border between the vast, unpredictable ocean and solid land Bank. To be somewhere in the center of such fleeting beauty of life on the smallest sailing boat, breathe in the salty air and sail, looking at the shape of the coast in the distance, lit by the glare of the setting sun.