Butterbeer In Plymouth
- Natasha
- Oct 16, 2015
- 2 min read
Woohoo, we drove to Boston, the big city today. Mum likes to talk about the fun events of the drive in her blogs, but honestly, there’s not all that much to say unless you like hearing stories of how Mum gasps really loud if the car in front of us slows down. Like, it’s the same thing over and over. Dad presses a gas pedal, Isaac pretends he’s blogging but he’s actually playing video games, I do all my school work and such and Mum blogs and occasionally gives us all minor heart attacks. Whoopdidoo. We arrived at our campsite in time to do something other than sit around and drool, so I had a shower while the others set up and planned what to do. We ended up taking a drive
down to Plymouth, where the pilgrims first landed on the famed boulder in 1620. We ended up walking down
to see the Mayflower II, the reproduction of the original Mayflower, down at the dock. Along the way we stopped at a little Harry Potter shop for some butterbeer and so I could gaze longingly at this really great backpack that has the Gryffindor colours and the Hogwarts crest but is like 45$, so that’s a little bit expensive for a little backpack. The butterbeer was good and Dad made some friends at an ice cream parlour down the hill. We ended up on the dock just as the sun was hitting the ocean and making very pretty pastel pink and blues in the sky, so basically it was my aesthetic. We ended up talking to a few more people about our trip and Kizmet made some new friends and tried to chase squirrels and almost strangled herself in the process. I eventually had to pick her up. We saw the Plymouth Rock and learned that the legend of the pilgrims stepping onto it when they arrived wasn’t created until almost one hundred years after the establishment of Plymouth. So much for that. The rock is quite a bit smaller than it once was though, since it was split in half, chipped with picks, and put back together again. We had our little history lesson about Massachusetts and New England before going back to the trailer for a late supper and bed. Peace out m8s.
