Boston in the summer
These photographs are from summer days well spent with my family ( which as of late has grown in size with Jerrold being officially welcomed in and with Frankie being born!) . We decided to take a break from the hustle and bustle of New York and spend a few days in beautiful Boston. With this trip being a bit impromptu, I didn’t get to do much research about the city. All I did was pick out a little Airbnb in a nice neighborhood, which was close to a train station and my parents, who have visited Boston a couple of times, took the lead. I loved taking a back seat in the planning department . It was really relaxing to be without an agenda or itinerary for a change. I didn’t do much googling, research or Instagram hashtag searching , so I was genuinely surprised at how beautiful everything was. While I am all for researching before traveling, sometimes it’s nice to just wait and see what happens and to view things from a truly fresh perspective- free of engine searched images and online reviews. This trip was a breath of fresh air.
My parents knew the city pretty well and I happily followed them around as they showed us around the Harvard Campus, Beacon Hill, Acorn street, Newbury, Boston Common and Quincy Market among other places.
The slow days we spent at cozy cafes and picturesque parks, gathering over coffee and warm meals were filled with inside jokes, family stories retold over and over , meaningful conversations and occasionally a bit of debating over the most random things. Devoid of an itinerary, I really got to zone in on the little moments. I was there, truly present, making the memories that I now look back on with fondness .
The brick buildings, impressive architecture and paved streets were no doubt beautiful but more than the pretty sights , I will forever remember how those 4 days in Boston made me feel. I remember the feeling of the sun beating on my skin as we explored the city on foot , how my cheeks hurt from laughing so hard that one afternoon on the dock, the coziness I felt when we all took a break from all the walking and huddled together in a small cafe, my hands clutching a warm latte . It’s a beautiful thing , traveling with the family- You’re halfway across the world, in a new city , then you’re Dad cracks the old joke that gets everyone laughing and its as if you’ve never left the comforts of your living room. You’ve pretty much got the best of both worlds.