Perhaps I haven’t posted much recently because I am still recovering from the trip Caleb and I took to Harvard Square. The trip was two weeks ago and a lot of fun. We set out from our house in the North End to walk to the Charles River and see where we wanted to go from there. (Click on the image to the right to check out the slide show!)

Once we made it to the Charles, we decided to walk over the Longfellow Bridge. Cambridge is on the other side of the river, with MIT’s campus sitting just a few blocks in from the river. One of the main stops on the Red Line between Harvard and Boston is Kendall Square (a central location at MIT) so I figured that might be a good place to stop our trek and take the subway back to Boston. While we were in Kendall Square, though, Caleb gave no indication that he wanted to head on. …so we continued our trek.

I decided to stick to a walking route that would keep us close to where the Red Line stopped so we would have easy access if we decided to head home. Accordingly, the next stop was Central Square, a part of Cambridge I had yet to explore, though one I had heard quite a lot about (there are a lot of photos in the slide show of Central Square — it has a lot of character and feels like a completely different city).

Central Square is phenomenal — it’s an amalgamation of cultures, visual overload, and sights and sounds galore — but again, not where we wanted to end our journey. So we continued on…

Harvard Square (wow, that’s a lot of squares for one day!) was the next stop on our Red Line-adjacent journey, and finally felt like the destination for Caleb and I to take a breather and begin to head home. We walked around for a bit and stopped only to grab a few burritos for dinner. (As an aside, if you haven’t been to a Boloco, Caleb and I highly recommend the Summer burrito with tofu. The enthusiasm is not at the same level for the peanut butter and jelly log wrapped in a tortilla…)

When we finally decided to head home on the subway, something made us get out off at the Park Street station (at the corner of Boston Common) rather than transfer to a Green Line train that would drop us just outside of the North End. The sun was setting when we made our way outside of the station and bathed the buildings around the park in the most beautiful light. The day was too beautiful to head home right away so we kept walking and headed east to the Seaport District, stopping a few steps short at South Station.

We contemplated continuing on at that point but decided to start heading home. The sun was just about to set completely, and I should have started Caleb’s bedtime process about an hour earlier. Satisfied with our journey, we walked along Atlantic up to the North End and headed home. All-in, we walked about six and a half miles, though Caleb spent much of that distance perched up on my shoulders. For the adventurous, I would certainly recommend the same route for a day trip that offers a lot of variety in one trip.