Each summer, Peter and I venture up to Boston for a few days. It’s traditionally our “no kids” trip, but this year we brought our oldest to celebrate his 13th birthday, which is TODAY. Woo hoo! We arrived yesterday and have fully submerged ourselves in our favorite city.
Since I never posted about our trip last year (my timeliness is impressive, isn’t it?) thought I’d share with you last year’s trip now. I wrote this post last year but forgot to publish it. Guess I came home and got busy with the kids? Honestly it’s a blur. The pics are smaller than usual, but oh well, there’s no time to change.
Here you go!
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Boston July 2011
When I downloaded our pics, I couldn’t help but notice that the thread of continuity was on this trip was green. The trees are bursting with green, the restaurant tables with their crisp white table clothes and fresh green stems with pretty flowers. Even the kate spade door with its trademark green door makes my heart sing. Plus I always know there’s something good behind these doors.
This delicious tablescape was waiting inside.
Thought I could go in and just look. But I was weak and bought this necklace. Not my fault, who can resist that sweet little round box with polka dots inside? P.S. this piece is actually quite comfy and not the kind that weighs down, gags and chokes your neck. Bonus!
Aside from some retail fun, one of our favorite parts of visiting Boston is all the walking to enjoy the architecture, history and boundless beauty. We must walk miles and miles each day. Every corner you turn is pure inspiration. We love to stroll up to a restaurant where we’ve never eaten and enjoy a scrumptious meal.
One of our meals was at Abe And Louie’s. De-lish. Pretty sure they make the best apple pie I’ve ever tasted. If I weren’t a lady, I would have licked my plate clean.
More street side pretties.
I secretly wanted to apply for this job at Anthro. Wouldn’t it be so interesting to be behind the scenes on all of that styling?
The nature is spectacular. Flower gardens, cobblestone streets and 300 year old trees.
History tidbit: Boston Common is America’s oldest park and has extraordinary military and political history. Many of the trees were planted in 1812, some as early as 1670. The Common was used as a camp by the British before the American Revolutionary War and for public hangings up until 1817. It even housed grazing cows until 1830.
When I’m in Boston, I feel like I’ve stepped into a picture book filled with lovely illustrations.
The squirrels are even friendly.
I wonder how old this weeping willow is. Loved how its leaves gracefully brushed along the water.
Much of our weekend we relaxed. Matter of fact, the day we arrived we checked into our hotel room and decided to take a quick power nap before going out to explore. SIX HOURS later we woke up!! It was 10 o’clock at night and we couldn’t believe we both slept that long. Ugh…catching up from the many summer weeks traveling with four kids?? Obviously we needed some rest.
If you are a parent, I highly recommend getting away with your mate sans kids. For me it brought back my sense of humor and spontaneity. Felt so good. At times I feel like I have to be so serious and safety-conscious when I’m in mom mode. Feeling free of responsibility sometimes is a good thing!
If you like Peter’s shirt (again more green), we picked it up at Barbour. It’s one of my favorite retail haunts in Boston. Love their clothes – they’re a company out of England and everything is super preppy and very well made. Much of what I wear when I go riding in the fall and winter is from Barbour. We made friends with one of the store associates, Merritt-Grace. She’s a Southern girl who is studying opera. Be sure to ask for her when you go in, she’s precious.
Our Sunday morning. Peter has visited this church on Massachusetts Avenue for more than 20 years. The music is incredible – I believe the organists are brought in from New York every Sunday. The music from the organ literally booms beneath your pew as you listen, it’s amazing.
Before heading to the airport, we zipped over to SoWa Open Market, which I highly recommend visiting. Tons of talented vendors and countless artists. Look at their cute poster.
It was AMAZING. I fell in love with some vintage bookplates. They came home with me and are patiently waiting to be framed. Note: one year later they are still waiting.
As we walked out of our hotel to catch a cab, this
cheeseball limo lovely ride was sitting at the curb. It was the same price as a cab, so we took it. I felt so creepy and “Barbie Goes to Vegas” riding in it. The inside smelled like some kind of pine tree/vanilla/curry air freshener and I could almost feel the countless proms and late night hours of cheap fun as I sank into the seat. This sent me into a stream of laughter.
As we rode, I tried taking a pic for our last memory. Each time before snapping, I laughed to the point of jiggling the camera/phone. Which made me laugh more. The more serious I’m supposed to be, the harder I laugh. Always been that way. The limo driver kept looking in his rear view wondering
what I was on what was so funny…which made me laugh that much harder. By the time we arrived at the airport, I had mascara smeared down my face. And THAT is the whole beauty of a few days away with my guy. It’s fun to feel like a kid sometimes. Our least blurry shot…
That summerizes our weekend in Boston last summer. Back soon to share with you how our trip went this year!!
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Note: at the urging of my 13 year old, I’ve succumbed to the conveniences of instagram. And love it! You can catch snippets of our current Boston trip on my instagram, simplyseleta.