Jameson was up in Boston again this week for work, and took Fab along with him. I made the journey up on Friday night after work to join them, and spend the night at our favourite Boston hotel, The Fairmont Copley Plaza. Saturday morning, we nabbed Aaron before heading off on a road trip to Cape Cod. It is a little past peak season, and many summer establishments are more or less in the tail ends of operations before closing for the winter. Personally, I am actually glad we waited until fall to explore the Cape because the New England colors made for a seriously breathtaking drive. So regardless of the timing we LOVED every second of our mini vacation. The beauty of the ocean, the quirkiness of the Ptown and the sheer, utter friendliness of the people blew us away. It was the perfect weekend escape from the city. We didn’t do much other than scout out places to eat, sip wine by the fire pit and walk the beach. It was perfection in its truest form. Our recommendations for a quick weekend getaway in Cape Cod would have to be:
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This Valentine’s day tale isn’t about a boy. I have only ever loved one man, who I have been in love with since eighteen. That is old news. No, this love story is about falling madly, and recklessly in love with a city. This is the account of how and why I fell for Boston.
I really didn’t expect such a grand, overwhelming response to Boston. Jay had a business trip, that preceded the Valentine’s season, so we thought we would make a small, romantic getaway out of it. Contrary to my normal disposition, little planning went into our venture. We have dear friends who now inhabit the much warmer (and humane) climate of Newport Beach, but grew up in the Boston area. So before we boarded the train, we picked their brains on what to do, see and experience. The combination of their expertise and the beauty, this big-small town eludes, left us in love. The well maintained, colonial architecture is stunning, the earth mindedness left it feeling like home and the excess bikers (even in below freezing temperatures) is reminiscent of the Pacific Northwest. Add to that that the people were exceptionally, over the top friendly and I never want to go home.
This is my kind of city (perhaps I will have to expand my September job search to include the greater Boston area). I do love New York, but Boston is way more my speed. Here is a summary of our highlights: Continue reading “Boston: A Love Story”