You may not have known this unless you’ve been a longtime reader or seen my About Me page, but I am originally from Massachusetts. I was born in Concord and grew up in Acton until I was 13, when I eventually moved to South Carolina. Having spent a good bit of my childhood here, there are so many places and things that are nostalgic to me. That said, the city of Boston was an hour away from my hometown, so I didn’t spend a ton of time there. We’d occasionally go into the city for school field trips or days with the family. Seeing it again from my last visit three years ago was a really nice way to spend my first afternoon back up north.
I flew Southwest for the first time and loved it. It was pretty inexpensive ($200 total) and everyone was so friendly and funny. I had a quick layover in Baltimore (too early and quick to eat, btw), and was in Boston by 11 a.m. My aunt and grammy picked me up and we ventured straight to Quincy Market to walk around.
We wanted something quick for lunch, so we stopped at one of the spots inside Faneuil Hall. It had been a while since I’d had Indian and the samples were tasty, so Grammy and I split a dish. Here’s some Chicken Tikka Masala and Chicken Curry from Gourmet India — surprisingly tasty for a quickie place.
We stopped in a bunch of random shops, one of them being Urban Outfitters, where I found this funny card. My coworker Dane used to say this to me whenever I’d have a blonde moment.
We walked through several different parks down toward the water.
Finally we ventured to the North End for some good Italian dessert. What a fun neighborhood this is. Oh, hey, Paul Revere!
We made it to Modern Pastry, and oh my gosh, there were so many delicious things to choose from: biscotti, torrone, florentines, and cannoli. I’m typically not a fan of Italian pastries, but everything looked incredible.
We left with arancini (huge fried balls of rice filled with meat, cheese, tomatoes and peas), a traditional cannolo, and a mini pistachio cookie.
The arancini wasn’t as good as those I had in Rome (not as fresh), and the cookie was pretty good, but the cannolo was unbelievable! (PS: cannolo is the singular version of the word cannoli (plural)).
Once back at my aunt’s house, I spent the evening with her kids, jumping on the trampoline outside in the crisp 70* weather and watching them compete…with everything. I’m talking cartwheels, headstands, break dancing, and burping. Yes, there were burping contests. What else do you expect from three rambunctious boys!? Here’s to a great start to my family vacation!