The Fourth had come. Becca and I had heard from a nice couple the previous day that the Esplanade got extremely crowded with people. Like, over 500,000 people. They advised us to get there early to snag a good seat for the fireworks.
Sitting next to the Charles river. |
So, Becca and I figured that 10:00 am would be a good time. When we got to the Esplanade, it was around 10:30, and there was maybe...15 people there. So, we staked out a nice shady spot by the river and got to sitting. It wasn't that bad...until the shade left us and we were left to bake underneath the hot New England sun for about 8 hours.
People. Watching fireworks, I guess. |
When people did start to finally show up, it was about 6:00 pm. While we could have spent our day in the air conditioned luxury that is Starbucks, we realized that--although sunburned from head to toe--we had a better experience than all those people who were just coming in.
The Boston Pops Concert started at 7:30 with the talent of Howie Day...and others. Everyone was great. The highlight of the evening was the 1812 Overture, complete with church bells singing and cannons blaring. It was so inspirational to hear such a rousing number and to think that just months earlier Boston had suffered at the hands of terrorists. I felt very proud of Boston and our nation.
Yup. Fireworks in the sky. |
The fireworks was a spectacle in itself. Synced to national hymns and tunes from Dreamwork's "How to Train Your Dragon", the display was stunning and phenomenal. But, still not better than Disney and the World of Color.
Seriously. It was beautiful. |
All in all, it was a fantastic day. A day I hope I won't forget.
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