Sometimes you just need to get away.
The wonderful thing about New York City is that it is very close to some amazing get-away spots — Myrtle Beach, Miami, the Jersey Shore, Fire Island — just to name a few. A couple of weekends ago I ran away on the infamous Chinatown Fung Wah Bus to Boston.
I usually take an annual trip to Boston for an extended weekend to visit AM. It had been a couple of years since my last pilgrimage and in that time Pookie had moved to Boston as well, so I took a couple of days to visit a couple of friends.
If you’ve never been to Boston, first of all, shame on you! It’s a 4-5 hour bus ride, less on a train, and the buses cost between $30 and $50 — ROUNDTRIP. Not too shabby.
Second of all, it’s a cute and quiet little city, so packed with history it kind of makes one’s head spin (it’s literally everywhere you turn). That AM’s parents were both history professors makes for a good bit of touring whenever AM & I go for a morning run, or drive across Boston to Harvard Square to meet Pookie for Brunch.
That being said, AM is always the most gracious host. Knowing that the transition from New York to Boston can be a bit of a shock to they system she had not only a full bar ready and waiting, but Old Monk rum, a staple of the time that AM and I spent in India in 2006. A calming beverage with a touch of nostalgia — is there a better way to welcome a guest into one’s home?
A mug (or 6) of chai
And, if I’m lucky, one or both of her beautiful cats will grace us with an appearance. This is His Royal Majesty, Zeus (Gobhi chose to stay aloft in the attic bedroom — maybe next time I’ll get some face time in with him).