The parental units, that is. M’s parents came to Boston for the first time over Columbus Day weekend, and it seems like they had a blast. They stayed at the Fairmont in the North End, which meant we got to spend more time than usual at our favorite haunts (Boston Common Coffee Company, Giacomo’s, Mike’s). We tried to take them everywhere necessary to get a real “Boston” experience, and I think we did a pretty good job.
I think my mother-in-law’s favorite part of the whole trip might have been going to Top of the Hub and seeing Boston from 54 stories up…she couldn’t get enough of the scenery. I took a few photos too. No matter how long I live here, I can’t help feeling tourist-y about the beauty of this city.
The first time we came to Boston, M was adamant that we make a trip to Top of the Hub. We sipped fancy cocktails, discovered THE cookies, and speculated about whether our futures might ever hold something as fun as living in a “city like this one.”
A few days ago, as very different people (a married couple, about to graduate from law school) we took M’s parents to this same spot.
What a difference 3 years can make. Who knows where we’ll be three years from now?