After missing last year’s BroSox Adventure, both Skip and I are doing our best to temper our excitement and expectations for our Return to Boston next month. Lower expectations are the best and smartest route to take when emotionally prepping for a weekend away these days. We’ve had one too many events canceled over the last year plus, so I’ll be content with a simple weekend in my favorite city.
Truth be told, it’s never the big bombastic events and moments that make up the most resonant memories I keep of Boston – it’s the quiet in-between sections, the down-time that occupies the majority of a weekend away. A simple selection of croissants from Cafe Madeleine, or the early afternoon siesta that somehow seems to happen even when it’s never scheduled. The casual looseness of a little pied-à-terre tucked away on the second floor of a brownstone, looking out over a gurgling fountain… the simple minutes of stillness that border on mindfulness… the feeling of being completely removed from the world while in the center of the city… this is Boston when the summer slips into place.
