I still have some yummy pics to show you from Boston. I loved dressing in all black. I don’t often do that anymore – I used to a lot – so when I do, it makes me feel different, it makes a statement.
I greatly enjoyed following the Black Heritage Trail. I criss-crosses the picturesque area of Beacon Hill. Boston is an awesome city for someone like me who loves putting on those miles. We walked, and walked some more, for a total of close to six hours that day. It feels great to be out and about, visit and use your precious body at the same time. After that you can go a crazy with them Doritos, if you’d like. That’s my indulgence when I travel.
On our first night in Boston we took a leisurely walk around the nearby reservoir. Our Airbnb in Boston’s Brookline was an awesome place. We shared the sky lighted top floor, waking up to the spring budding nature and rays of sunlight. The house was a magical family home and our host Hilary had just started airbnbing so she was as excited as us about our visit.
We got to savor oven hot scones for breakfast along with interesting conversations about things like the current American politics. At night we were welcomed to share a glass of red – offer upon which I naturally couldn’t say nay. Boston had us walk a lot, but that’s how I roll anyway.
Tomorrow I’m headed to Montreal but I’ll keep them Boston stories coming in the future. I still got a some cool pics and stories to share. If you want to follow my Montreal adventure, hop over to Instagram. My goal is to post my first ever “My Story” video.
My visit at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts was well worth the 25-dollar entry fee. My friend Chantal and I took a one-hour guided tour under theme of art from America. Our guide, a lovely gentleman, took our small group of four kiddos – we could have been our guide’s grandkids I think – thru different decades of art and artifacts, pulling out pieces that I wouldn’t have accorded so much time to. The “aw, am I glad I came ” moment was in font of Frieda Kahlo’s two servants. Everything in that lapse of time just seemed perfect – relaxing and cultivating all at once.
Rue Saint Joseph in Quebec City has some yummy bakeries and interesting bars and city culture in general. We took a stroll and savored some yummy French style delicacies along with Starbucks coffee. I love hanging out with the hubs. First we take a long walk, use up all those calories, then reward ourselves with something warm and comforting.
It’s been a long time waiting for spring to arrive. Yesterday it seemed to have finally appeared, today we’re back to rain-rain-rain. I was able to squeeze in a morning run though. I’ve kicked off the season – and boy, does it feel good.
We’re heading to Boston on Friday so next time I’ll hail from there.
Quebec City hosted the cross-country skiing world cup finale last week so subsequently the Saint Patrick’s Parade was postponed until this weekend. The hubs and I enjoyed watching the marching bands parade from our fave cities like New York, Boston or Chicago. There was a lot of Celtic music in the air. Spring’s on its way.
In Canada spring looks different from other places. Here it means the remains of snow. We keep looking at the lingering snowbanks and occasionally wonder when they’ll give space to new buds. In this outfit I wanted to have fun with transitional clothes. Cold shoulders and ripped jeans. Showing more skin again after all the covered up winter months.
The Canadian end of winter has been acting up. On our recent journey, we ended up booking a hotel in Montreal just to spend the night. The ordeal wasn’t planned, yet it turned out fun. We enjoyed what the bar and cuisine had to offer, along with my complementary Starbucks fix. Nothing better to paint a smile on my face upon wake up.
I’ve really been mindful of cultivating a positive attitude towards the weather, among other things. I can’t change nor shorten the Canadian winter. So I will simply accept it, work around it. I’ve been roasting veggies – mmm, the yummy smell spreading across my place as I’m writing this – and just enjoying the freezing air walks. Happiness radiates from within. It has very little to do with the temps. But finding your sparkle is the hardest.