Go West, Young (Wo)Man
Note: This post originally appeared on my OTHER blog, Ocean Drive. I just wanted it here, too! For some of that East Coast/West Coast lovin’, check me (and my lovely friend Corinne) out there as well.
I’ve been living in Massachusetts for five years, but I’ve somehow never made it out to the Berkshires. Maybe it’s all my Bostonian buddies who colored my thinking on it, but I was always under the impression that western Mass was for hippies and hill people. I can now report first-hand that, hippies and hill people there may be, but there’s also a vivid art scene and a almost blinding amount of lush, lovely green space.
We stayed at the Porches Inn, a tongue-in-cheek retro ode to the old-fashioned New England B&B. While North Adams was definitely gritty, MASS MoCA, built by Williams College academic-types in an old electric company complex, is definitely not to be missed. The art was avant-guard, thought-provoking, mystifying and - occasionally - very, very good. The two hour car drive was almost worth it for thisalone. Mezze offered up one of the best meals I’ve ever had, complete with several of my favorite cocktail.
As unexpectedly high-culture as the whole trip was, my heart warmed at the site of the Prudential Center. Call me crazy, but I just love that dirty water.
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