Spoiler alert, parking your car in Harvard yard, is illegal. Only certain vehicles have a permit to enter the school grounds. Either that or it’s the start of the term.
Harvard was far less intimidating than I originally assumed it was going to be. We saw where Wahlberg, Zuckerberg, Portman and even the Kennedy boys dorm rooms had been. Most of them were now inhabited by a new rich young genius.
After that I jumped on a bike for a cycling tour of the city. After New York the roads of Boston didn’t even phase me. I was finding my feet amongst this new lifestyle and kept up easily with the boys, racing them to the bottom of every hill.
Once back at the neon hotel after an exhausting day, I took my filter coffee out onto the little stairway that lead nowhere but overlooked the brightly lit bowling alley. I could feel stories living among these streets. Scenes of a life I’ve never experienced were begging to be seen and written down. Back in central Boston a group of us made our way to an escape room, which turn out to be so much cooler when you’re slightly tipsy. Then even though I was under the legal age of drinking, myself and another minor boldly walked up to the bouncer standing between us and the rest of the Contiki group and handed over our ID’s. He looked down at the birthdate and then up at me with a blank face, then I was ushered in.
That was now the second time I’d snuck into a club in America.
Maybe I had found my calling…