Tourist in Boston [read: Grace visited last weekend, overjoyed emoji]

I got to show Grace around my favorite city this weekend for a total of four crazy quick days, something about time flies, something about having fun. Finally made it out to places I hadn’t been before (is there a song about this?), but now I can get tour guide certification and make the big bills.

Day -0.5: Thursday night counts because I met Grace at the airport, but it’s almost unofficial and so in the negative zone. Besides, we didn’t even cry at the airport. I did, however, try to be cute and wait at the end of one escalator only to find she took the other one to baggage claim. Coordination is still not our joint strong suit. And then we got Qdoba queso. I think Grace was pleased.

Same? Grace says that all the time.
Same? Grace says that all the time.

Day 1: Honeypot Hill Orchards! Oh the apples. Our true calling in life. This is our formal declaration to drop out of college and open up a farm. It’s happening, families, and we could always use investment. We spent most of the day also commenting on how strange it was to be here together; we’re really only in Sarasota at the same time so this was some weird space-time dimension switch that we’re adjusting to. Plus, Grace gave me her Florida pathogens and now I’m sick. So I guess she really was here?

Does she even care she gave me her germs? It seems not.
Does she even care she gave me her germs? It seems not.

Day 2: “Sneha’s Official Boston Tour.” We start at Newbury Street, namely at Trident [read: heaven] for books and coffee. Vermont Maple Latte is the only way to start a weekend. Also I always buy a book here, local (!), and this time it was Ellen’s third book, much recommendation. Grace and I walked up Newbury after breakfast (she was hangry) and took the Red Line to Cambridge (Mass, not U.K., sigh). We walked around Harvard, where I saw yet another high school classmate as always (Grace called out at him and we both momentarily thought about what would happen if he actually spoke to us), and sipped on Burdick hot chocolate. We walked from Boston Common all the way to Northeastern so I could show Grace my favorite part of the city until my feet hurt. Sacrifice for the worthy.

I'm still thinking about this brunch at Trident. Trident on my mind.
I’m still thinking about this brunch at Trident. Trident on my mind.

And then I took Grace on my classic date to the North End. It’s famous. You’re in the inner circle if we do this – We went for dinner at Al Dente (best for pasta) and ate too much, skipped the lines at Mike’s because ain’t nobody got time for that, and made it to Improv Asylum’s main stage show. Improv, North End, pasta. My anthem. Grace and I had free tickets to their midnight show, Raunch, but neither of us communicated to the other that we wanted to attend so we came home, later realized we both wanted to go, and scowled at being too considerate.

Day 3: Spoooooky Salem. Grace has a witch in her ancestry. Scandalous. We got there in the afternoon with a few of my sorority sisters and wandered around graveyards, candle shops, and diners. Very New England meets tourist trap. So we wound up back at Newbury for dinner at Cafeteria (which I’d never been to, but it’s so hip I’m going back again, keep it on the DL so it stays hip, thx) and dessert at Max Brenner. We were served by a man who was charismatic and bald, eerily similar to Max himself, and Grace is 100% convinced it was Señor Brenner. The weather also drastically changed so we hopped in and out of drug store establishments to stay warm. Grace’s Florida blood was having trouble adjusting. We even took the T home… from the Prudential Center. You will learn, young grasshopper, the ways of the North.

For the love of Max...
For the love of Max…

Day 4: Went to Thornton’s for breakfast and then embarked on the trek to Boston University. BU always feels so far away from NU even though it’s maybe 15-20 minutes. Cities make me lazy. We wandered through a yard sale in Fenway, a tour group at BU, some bikers at the Esplanade, and finally into our final destination. Insomnia Cookies. No, it wasn’t the middle of the night. In fact, it was like 1 PM. But we needed the cookies. Grace is now convinced she’ll work there. Our feet hurt yet again (we also were wearing the same shoes because we bought the same pair #friendship) and then I took her to the airport. Now, that was a sad farewell, but it’s a “see you soon” not only because I’ll be home for Thanksgiving but she’ll be out and about soon enough too. See you soon, indeed.

Aside from our Cobalt (prom for nerds) pictures, this is definitely the best snapshot of us. Taken by Sophia Schonwetter, check her out!
Aside from our Cobalt (prom for nerds) pictures, this is definitely the best snapshot of us. Taken by Sophia Schonwetter, check her out!
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