Boston smells like hotdogs and guidos

Today I drove through Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland, Philadelphia, Connecticut, and Massachusetts.

And when I finally arrived in Boston it smelled like hotdogs. You can't beat that. I mean, come on.

Tomorrow I'm going to sleep in. I feel a little bit overwhelmed by all the things that I-don't-know that-I-have-to-see-or-otherwise-I-completely-blew-it.