Kariann HaskellMy dad passed away in June, so we decided to spend Christmas together however we could. Lisa and Tyler lived in Boston, and we had flights scheduled to leave Christmas Morning, that was cancelled by the time we got to the airport, due to bad weather. Frustrated and dismayed, we spent the entire rest of the day inside, eating snacks in bed, eagerly awaiting our new departure time of the following evening.
This drastically cut our time spent there down to only one day and night before we had to head back home.
Undeterred, we arrived back at the airport the following afternoon, boarded our flight, and made our way to Chicago, then onto Boston.
We arrived late that night, and got taxied to our hotel, The Boston Park Plaza.
After a quick night of sleep, we woke up as early as we could to do as much as we could. We departed and were shown around town, exploring small bakeries, flower shops, wine shops, ect. I started to feel sick this morning, and it only escalated as the day wore on.
Each alley had its own light, life, and alive. It felt like people mushed into little nooks and crannies of the city.
I loved the textures and light in the city. Each block contained a new vibe. Though I opted to focus on one thing, the light. Though not feeling great, I pressed on to dinner and drinks at the Druid.
A few drinks and chips later, we made our way to the Thirsty Scholar to end the night. A warm booth greeted us from the cold of the Boston air at night. After plenty of liquid and laughs later, we made our way back to The Boston Park Plaza. Unfortunately I only got sicker and was non-functional.
Plans for the next morning fell through due to this and we spent the morning collecting our things and heading to the airport. Miserable throbbing face pain in the cold, exhausted body of mine was dreadful. It was a slog to arrive back to Chicago, down some anti-flu, and continue on home.
