|Me and Maya by the sea|
We’ve walked on a beach or two, had a BBQ party with Helen, Miles and their fams and, just generally, hung out. While The Amazing Bob and I were chemo-ing, they went into Boston and Cambridge to explore. Today, along with Helen and the wee girls, we’ll have lunch in Vegan Central. That's a square, of sorts, within Allston with a thousand and one veggie restaurants. MMMMMMMM. From there it’s on to the New Balance sneaker outlet and the Harvard Pottery Show. And then back to the beach.
It’ll be a relatively quiet day after yesterday’s big party.
Naturally, I fear that I’m a terrible or, at the very least, dull host and am not giving them a proper start to their big holiday. Why? Worry—one of my superpowers.
Della and Maya depart early Tuesday for a week in Florida with older sister Cheryl and then another week+ spent traveling up the coast visiting friends. Just imagine—a whole month of vaca, on the road, away from home. While I'd miss home—the sea, cats, TAB and all—a month in a foreign country, visiting different friends in vastly varied locales, sounds wild.
“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.”
“To travel is to live.”
~Hans Christian Andersen, The Fairy Tale of My Life: An Autobiography
|from left to right, more or less, Bethanie, Olivia, Jen, Maya, Della, Julianna, Helen and Madison|