These past 10 days, in case you didn’t know, I’ve been hopping along the east coast, from Boston to New Hampshire to Boston to Connecticut back to Boston again. It was a lovely, trip, but it is good to be home.
Things I loved: a fantastic wedding, full of lovely family and friends; lots of time in the sun, rejecting tons of sunscreen for a sun kissed look; a trip to the book barn and a discovery that I am flying Southwest in July, which means I could get as many books as I wanted and send them home with my mom, only to retrieve them in Chicago in a few weeks; sitting by the pool, playing pinochle, with my favorite babies, who continued to say, “I’m ready to play, I’m ready;” quote of the weekend: “Is the water going to turn black? Into soda?”; pizza nearly every day (Pepe’s, Zuppardi’s, etc.); friends on roof decks with beers and snacks; walks around Boston just like old times; drinks by Fenway; seeing my fave pen pal, and chatting about school, baseball, and guitar; snuggles on the couch; best friends together again; new friends to the old; Palluzzi Pizza in Boston; Jeff’s meatballs with Kate and Tom; walks to the beach; new flip flops; iced coffee for old time’s sake; crepes; crosswords; iced coffee for old time’s sake number 2; figuring out family secrets (with Uncle Tony spilling only a minute after arriving, and when asked about it, claimed, “Well, I’m a Palluzzi…”); Jeffrey finally understanding where I get my ugly trait of continually interrupting other people to tell my own stories; Seeing my baby cousins all grown up; Megan’s graduation song; seeing my baby cousins growing up; Jeff exclaiming, “It’s not fair, your family is huge, like four times the size of mine,”; “Who is that? How are they related to you?”; Lenny and Joe’s; home.
Pictures to come. 🙂