So another day in the suburbs of Boston, Mass...what to do and where to go because it's wicked hot. This wave of moist and hot burning sun is overheating my brain and messes with my well being. If home in my country I can do well with temperatures over 36 (100F), here.. because of the humidity I struggle and I make use of the air conditioner which I dislike so much. Alrighty then, we've set the back drop so let's return to how my day was. Last year during the same period I was still adjusting with life in the US so the Sand Sculpture Festival at Revere was sadly just another news in the papers I've read one day to late. No sir, not this year I've said to myself....hence early Saturday morning in order to avoid rush hour traffic I've found myself in the car with a friend (always good to make friends that like events and to travel, they come in handy you know, sort of speaking), and rushing towards Revere. Onward to the beach...but rushing is sort of speaking, because by the time we have reached Storrow drive, the weekend campers have already swamped the road like ants trying to get out of a flooded home. Taking the bus and then switching to the red and blue line seemed now like the better idea. No time to despair because 30 minutes later in a nearly empty parking lot (do people know about this event at all?) there we where and I could feel the slightly cooler ocean breeze stroking my sweaty face.
The guy at the parking lot was nowhere to be seen so as good faith people we left a 5$ bill and just self served ourselves with the parking ticket. A short walk later found us on the shores of the Atlantic Ocean
which I saw so often these past 2 weeks...might be the heat wave that draws me near to the breeze. Not to many people and just perfect for me to mingle with the buzzing crowd and snap some good looking photography. We are in the latino neighbourhood and the music was ramping up as we got closer to the main event hub. I was never in California but it sure felt like it at times especially if you look at the more interesting bathing suits that my eyes where...oh well lucky to catch a glimpse. And my statement is because in USA it's not something that you notice every day as topless is illegal much to the surprise of an European immigrant as myself. Yes yes...who would of thought but then again that doesn't stop some ladies to walk out like that, and I can't say I disliked it...don't judge me.
Huge Sand Castles, art deco sculptures, all made out of sand and a ‘Boston Strong’-themed sculpture that
served as the centerpiece of this
weekend’s 10th annual National Sand Sculpting Festival at Revere Beach. Spent about 20 minutes studying a white bearded old man who was slowly carving the staircase of a beautiful castle while he was telling his story to the crowd gathered nearby. Using water to spray and protect his work from the burning sun that was already carving on my pale white skin (forgot the sun screen this time), he took time and had patience to do this crafty work of art, because let's face it...this is art. Amazing Walter
was simply well...amazing, and had a lot of patience to carve each step of the fairy tale castle close to perfection...he didn't mind my buzzing camera that took rapid shots of him and his work from close range while I was absorbing like a sponge his tale.
Back on the road we got lot's of free stuff, heaven on Earth for me as the thirst started to kick in and dehydration was something I was trying to avoi. Free fruit juice, free lemonades, even some chocolate cold milk to bring up those vitamins so badly needed for a long day ahead. More than two dozen food trucks rolled in for the festival so the choices to pick from where plenty. My Romanian heritage kicked a little in and I was already thinking I could stack up on these things when I get home (common you would of had the same thoughts), but then again I was missing a good faithful ice box like they had to keep things in good shape.
Looking around my eyes spotted a movie like photo, the one that you take once a month maybe if you are lucky enough. There... all by herself, stood a vintage police automobile from the Gangster era. What a shot I've said to myself and no people in sight to ruin it. I geeked all about it and spent about 10 minutes admiring this piece of our past, this fine car all shiny and looking like brand new. My camera was snapping shots from all angles and this reminded me of the recent Gangster Squad movie I've seen in cinemas. All that was missing was one of the state troupers that where ensuring the peace to come and do some "publicity" shots with me (do I ask to much :)?). My friend offered to get one there, as "they protect and serve" and we pay taxes so why wouldn't he come and take a photo with me for posterity's sake. Yeah right....
And I have to say that since I got here in USA, the movies I see in theaters got a new meaning. Let's
take for example the most recent "The way way back" I've seen at this gorgeous cinema in Brookline at Coolidge Corner. I couldn't believe my eyes when I recognized the place as Marshfield on the same beach I was soaking my feet one summer ago, in the cold Atlantic Ocean. All the houses, the scenery..everything looked familiar and of course I could relate to this coming of age story even better as memories came back to me. About the theater...just magic, one of those restored old places with bright red curtains that pulled to reveal the screen just like in the old silver screen days. A place I will visit again and again to see some classics, cause you know...they run midnite specials, hence for my next visit to the movie world I will see for the first time The Karate kid and Mister Miyagi play their story on the big screen.
Back on the sandy hot beach because I lost track and I could go on and on about my adventures here and you don't want to read about all of them in one long post, do you now. Our day there was drawing to an end with some treasure hunting organized by the History Channel with a guy that has a new show this year. Always wanted to do this and play my Indy side so we got those metal detectors you see often on a beach and I mingled amongst kids to find hidden pennies or the key to the treasure itself, to big old pirate chests. Ok ok, I am a kid but wouldn't you have done this...let's face it, that's one thing for the books! After 15 minutes of sweeping and digging the sandy beach I've returned with 15 pennies in my pouch but no key, nevertheless I got a prize and my first metal detector experience. Felt like a kid again, enjoying those little things and as usual a little burned from the boiling sun. Tired after the long day I get into the showers to wash the sand off and call it a day. So I encourage you to go see the festival, amazing sand sculptures, free food and drinks, live bands and that good old American atmosphere of a carnival that you see in those summer flicks. Go to Revere Beach and enjoy America’s first public beach.
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So another day in the suburbs of Boston, Mass...what to do and where to go because it's wicked hot. This wave of moist and hot burning sun is overheating my brain and messes with my well being. If home in my country I can do well with temperatures over 36 (100F), here.. because of the humidity I struggle and I make use of the air conditioner which I dislike so much. Alrighty then, we've set the back drop so let's return to how my day was. Last year during the same period I was still adjusting with life in the US so the Sand Sculpture Festival at Revere was sadly just another news in the papers I've read one day to late. No sir, not this year I've said to myself....hence early Saturday morning in order to avoid rush hour traffic I've found myself in the car with a friend (always good to make friends that like events and to travel, they come in handy you know, sort of speaking), and rushing towards Revere. Onward to the beach...but rushing is sort of speaking, because by the time we have reached Storrow drive, the weekend campers have already swamped the road like ants trying to get out of a flooded home. Taking the bus and then switching to the red and blue line seemed now like the better idea. No time to despair because 30 minutes later in a nearly empty parking lot (do people know about this event at all?) there we where and I could feel the slightly cooler ocean breeze stroking my sweaty face.
The guy at the parking lot was nowhere to be seen so as good faith people we left a 5$ bill and just self served ourselves with the parking ticket. A short walk later found us on the shores of the Atlantic Ocean 
Huge Sand Castles, art deco sculptures, all made out of sand and a ‘Boston Strong’-themed sculpture that 
served as the centerpiece of this
weekend’s 10th annual National Sand Sculpting Festival at Revere Beach. Spent about 20 minutes studying a white bearded old man who was slowly carving the staircase of a beautiful castle while he was telling his story to the crowd gathered nearby. Using water to spray and protect his work from the burning sun that was already carving on my pale white skin (forgot the sun screen this time), he took time and had patience to do this crafty work of art, because let's face it...this is art. Amazing Walter
take for example the most recent "The way way back" I've seen at this gorgeous cinema in Brookline at Coolidge Corner. I couldn't believe my eyes when I recognized the place as Marshfield on the same beach I was soaking my feet one summer ago, in the cold Atlantic Ocean. All the houses, the scenery..everything looked familiar and of course I could relate to this coming of age story even better as memories came back to me. About the theater...just magic, one of those restored old places with bright red curtains that pulled to reveal the screen just like in the old silver screen days. A place I will visit again and again to see some classics, cause you know...they run midnite specials, hence for my next visit to the movie world I will see for the first time The Karate kid and Mister Miyagi play their story on the big screen.
Back on the sandy hot beach because I lost track and I could go on and on about my adventures here and you don't want to read about all of them in one long post, do you now. Our day there was drawing to an end with some treasure hunting organized by the History Channel with a guy that has a new show this year. Always wanted to do this and play my Indy side so we got those metal detectors you see often on a beach and I mingled amongst kids to find hidden pennies or the key to the treasure itself, to big old pirate chests. Ok ok, I am a kid but wouldn't you have done this...let's face it, that's one thing for the books! After 15 minutes of sweeping and digging the sandy beach I've returned with 15 pennies in my pouch but no key, nevertheless I got a prize and my first metal detector experience. Felt like a kid again, enjoying those little things and as usual a little burned from the boiling sun. Tired after the long day I get into the showers to wash the sand off and call it a day. So I encourage you to go see the festival, amazing sand sculptures, free food and drinks, live bands and that good old American atmosphere of a carnival that you see in those summer flicks. Go to Revere Beach and enjoy America’s first public beach.
Poza cu masina de politie e dementiala: culori de epoca, o privire parca scoasa din "gangsta squad", ochelari police, camasa apretata, masina cu ale ei cauciucuri albe .... si adidasi "torseni" cu care se poate alerga foarte usor dupa infractori :)
RăspundețiȘtergerePS: Frumos eveniment
Asa-i ca adidasi fac tot farmecul ;-)! Vezi cum iese timid dupa gentile lustruite un papuc care nu are de-a face nimic cu epoca... Dar da, evenimentul frumos, astept sa vad cand ma intorc si la Timisoara printre palmieri sculpturi din praf, dar mai e putin pana atunci. Stii cum e cu evenimentele astea, nu realizezi cat de "movie like" sunt decat dupa 2-3 saptamani cand revezi pozele. Pe moment ti se pare totul normal.
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