Traveling in the low season is one of my best travel tips. Since I abhor tourist crowds and waiting in line, being willing to go places when it is a little colder or hotter than is generally deemed desirable is worth it to me. It’s also usually less expensive and easier to find flights and lodging. We’ve been to Paris and London in January and February, St. Maarten in April and June, and Belize and Jamaica in October. The only one of those I have the tiniest of regrets about is Belize, because hello, stuck on a barrier island during Hurricane Wilma, how you doin’? You haven’t lived (or wondered if you were going to) until you watch fish flop in the street where the storm surge abandoned them.
So when it was decided that we’d go to Boston in February, I wondered what to wear. When I lived in and traveled Europe as an undergrad in the 90s, I wore my LL Bean fleece and Timberlands, because that’s what all of the American kids wore then. More recent cold weather European winter travel shoes have been outgrown since my feet grew half a size during both pregnancies. I’m also from the South, and as a child my snow footwear consisted of my tennis shoes covered with plastic bread bags and held up around my calves with rubber bands. Now when it snows here I’m usually inside, barefoot with the heat cranked up, waiting for it to melt in a few hours.
I asked my reformed Yankee travel companions, Kelly and Heather, what to wear. Heather suggested tall boots with a heel (got it) and Kelly wears five inch heels in the snow. She looks cute, but TPO ain’t got no time for that. I also asked Dion Lim, a Boston native and fashionista (and she’s awesome, so go “Like” her facebook page here), and she gave me great tips on what to wear in Bah-ston.
- Black, knee-length, puffy coat
- Non-Suede Boots
And that’s exactly what I wore. And so did everyone else. Dion referred to it as “the uniform,” and she wasn’t kidding. I ended up buying some North Face gloves up there with the special smart phone finger because it was hard for me to molest my phone with the mittens I brought with me. They actually weren’t quite warm enough for Boston, but they’ll be perfect at home in Crazy Town.
It did snow while we there, but just a bit. I was shocked that everyone just walked around and went about their business like it was NORMAL for it to be snowing. No one
freaked out got excited (except me) or made a run on milk and bread and booze (like normal people do). I’m betting they did two days later when they got 27 feet or some silliness, but by then we were already home, layers peeled off and wishing we were still on vacation with Mumford and Sons.