I will gladly sacrifice my feet walking your cobblestone streets in exchange for the architecture, the history, the food, the people, the LIFE (also known as crazy New England drivers shouting profanities at each other).
I don’t think I’ve ever taken so many different forms of transportation in such a short timespan. Car, plane, bus, train, all to reunite with two of my favorite people in the world for a girls weekend in Beantown.
Baby girl Davis was NOT a fan of all this travel. I started throwing up during the descent into Boston (of course my seat was missing the air sick bag) and felt completely nauseated as we lurched around on multiple T connections. But she forgave me after I finally sat down and face planted into a butternut squash, cranberry and ricotta pie at OTTO Pizza. Yes, that entire pizza was all for me. Perks of being a preggo.
We explored Boston Common and the Boston Public Garden where I became way too sentimental over the Make Way for Ducklings sculpture. No but seriously, I made the little kids playing on the ducks get off so I could take this picture. While their parents watched. Future mom material?
Boston spring weather is definitely unpredictable. One minute we’d be frolicking in the gorgeous sunshine and the next we’d be running for shelter with hail raining down on our heads. Actually, Christina and Taylor ran and I did more of a speedy waddle.
Heart eye emojis for Brattle Book Shop. You know a bookstore has cool vibes when you flag down a stranger to take a photo of your group posing between the shelves.
The Boston Public Library is just beyond gorgeous. I wish I could sit in here and study difficult subject matter under a funky green desk lamp with all these diligent folks. HAHAHAHA. Let’s be real, I was here for the restroom.
Everything in Boston feels historical and important. I was obsessed with following the Freedom Trail and couldn’t have asked for a better navigator than Christina, our resident Bostonian. She showed me how the locals cross the bustling roads with confidence, like they’re daring someone to run them over.
While the other girls took a tour of Harpoon Brewery and tasted beer, I ate doughy knots of pure bliss. Behold, a salted pretzel with garlic butter and bacon ranch dip, and a cinnamon sugar pretzel with peanut butter and maple cider icing. Gahhhh. Then I sat on the floor in a corner of the gift shop and felt at peace with the world.
This is a cookies ‘n’ cookie dough ice cream cone from J.P. Licks. I wasn’t even hungry at this point but I just couldn’t leave it behind.
One of my favorite experiences was browsing through the Boston Public Market and the Quincy Market. I bought Taza Chocolate to bring home for Cory and our families because it was that life-changing. And you can’t find Mexican-inspired, stoneground, organic dark chocolate just anywhere, didn’t you know.
This blackberry, lime and basil donut from Union Square Donuts was phenomenal. I can’t even talk about it.
I love how the architecture, old and new, blends together so perfectly. Always look up when in Boston because it’s stunning.
I did a happy dance for this dark drinking chocolate at L.A. Burdick. Don’t you just want to dive in for a nice float on top of that foam? That’s what this city really needs, swimming pools filled with drinking chocolate instead of water. Go ahead, steal my idea.
We signed up for the famous Boston Duck Tour which I definitely recommend. I felt like I was in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang when our vehicle splashed into the Charles River and became a boat. Afterwards we went on foot to get a closer look at some of the landmarks we passed.
It was an exhausting, delicious, action-packed weekend soaking up a new city and spending time with some of my dearest friends.
Love you Boston, mean it.