Well, as a 22-year-old post-graduate working girl, I sadly bid farewell to any hopes of having a spring break last year.
Luckily for me, my mother is a teacher and she has spring break, so when I found out that I needed to use up my two roll-over vacation days from last year, a mini spring break vacation seemed like a perfect solution.
My mother had never been to Boston before and I had only been there for about twenty-four hours last Labor Day. It was also within driving distance of where I live (which I still can’t get over) and would help cut the costs.
I drove up on Friday night so my mother and I were ready to go Saturday morning. We started off on Newbury Street with brunch and window-shopping. We even found a funny window! I thought this was hilarious and I ended up buying a magnet with the saying on it too. We walked the Freedom Trail through Boston, passing through the Boston Commons, Park Street Church, the Old South Meeting House, up past Faneuil Hall and into the North End. Unfortunately, both Paul Revere’s house and the Old North Church close ridiculously early (like 4pm! What respected historical location closes then!?!). So we had to come back.
We had thoughts of going to the Old North Church for Sunday Easter service, but I ended up coming down with a bit of a cold and slept in until almost 11 a.m. instead. We didn’t want to waste too much of the day, so we took a quick jaunt over to Cambridge (I waved to Massachusetts General Hospital – home of Dr. Faustman – on our way there) where we had Peet’s coffee, toured Harvard University and stopped in the Curious George store. Afterwards, we made our way over to the North End to finish up our sightseeing stops.
When we got to Paul Revere’s house, there was a tour with some students going on. While the tour guide was speaking, he said to the students, “You all are from a high school in uh, in uh Portland…Portland, Oregon, right?” I thought he was going to say “Maine” because we were in Boston and you could practically throw a rock at Maine (well, compared to Oregon!). We stopped by the Old North Church and I had my picture taken with God (well, kind of). It was still early, a little after four, when we were done so we wandered around the North End looking for a place to eat. We actually stumbled upon a jewelry store where my mom bought a really great green ring (how Boston!) and I got a woven bag for the spring.
On Monday we decided to skip town and we drove up to Salem. Salem was probably not the smartest decision ever considering it was very cold and nearly nothing was open, but we did tour the House of Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne’s birthplace and one of the many, many witch museums which was sadly just a retelling of The Crucible, so I found it slightly dull.
We skipped town on Tuesday, but not before heading up to Bunker Hill monument and I stupidly decided to climb to the top – all 296 steps! I have climbed to the top of Notre Dome (yes, it’s possible to climb to the very top of it), and I’ve been to the top of the Eiffel Tower and the Sears Tower (albeit via elevators – thank God). Somehow it’s been ingrained in my psyche that I absolutely must climb to the top of whatever monument I’m near, which isn’t so great considering how out of shape I am.
The drive home is terribly long, but we made a couple of pit stops. The first was in Providence, RI for a bathroom and Macy’s stop. The Macy’s was not on purpose, but when you walk past all those clothes on the way to the ladies room you just haveto stop. Then we stopped for dinner in New Haven and took a quick spin around Yale, mostly by car, but we did get out and visited the library, which is amazing. My mother and I briefly contemplated me attending Yale for grad school, but then we discovered they have no master’s programs in journalism or communications. So we said, “Well, Yale’s out!”
Because, you know, I totally could have gotten into Yale…
Wednesday was my mom’s final day and we spent most of it just sitting around my apartment. In the afternoon, we went to the city for dinner at my old favorite, Cibo (those of you who attended OCapalooza last year will remember Cibo) and then we rushed over in very heavy traffic to see A Chorus Line. It was amazing! I have seen quite a few Broadway shows, but each one are so different than I have a hard time picking a favorite. This is definitely a fun, yet touching look at what an actor goes through on Broadway and I have much more respect for those who pursue show business.
My mom left yesterday morning, so now life has finally returned to somewhat normal. I am way behind on most of my freelance projects so other than running a handful of errands I plan on staying put in my apartment and taking care of what needs to be taken care of. Won’t be very relaxing, but at least I’ll get some of the stress off my plate!
You can check out all my photos from spring break on Flickr.