And so we began the civilized stage of our tip, trading empty roads and dark night skies for traffic and streetlights. Leaving the lobster soaked North East, we entered Providence, Road Island, Olympia's supposed sister city in the East. Providence has a liberal college vibe on the streets, but coming from Olympia it was a giant city to us.
We enjoyed two relaxing days at our friend Freya's apartment, visiting the Harvard campus in Boston and recuperating before NYC.
As we strolled around Harvard Square in our West coast jeans and t-shits, the old East Coast culture surprised us with its fitted suits and formal dress shoes, making us feel a world away from home.
Driving out of Road Island we set the GPS for Brooklyn and left Providence; but we never left the city.
Highway after highway there was no transition from one city to the next, the buildings just got bigger and bigger and the fees at the toll bridges became outrageous.
Entering NYC by car was an adrenalin sport, {merging was an showdown where the most battle scared vehicle was victorious} but it showed us the massive scale of the super industrialized Eastern seaboard.
