Growing up on the east coast of Canada, driving down the Atlantic Coast through New England was not an uncommon adventure in my family. With pit stops along the way, including an array of quaint towns in Maine and New Hampshire, I always looked forward to the final stop at Boston.
There is something so inclusive about Boston that makes you feel a part of the spirit as soon as you step off the plane or in my case growing up, the car. Whether it is the excitement amongst the locals after a recent win by the Bruins, Red Sox, Patriots or Celtics (could this city be any more stocked with sport teams?) or the feeling that anything is possible after visiting Harvard University or the MIT campus across the river in Cambridge, Boston always leaves me with an excitement that is difficult to replicate in other cities.