Padres in Beantown

My parents had been planning to come visit me in Boston and thought the fall would be the perfect time. Their timing couldn't have been better since I got an offer for a job back in Dallas and moved one week after their visit. Yes, spoiler alert: Elizabeth ends up moving back to Dallas.

My parents arrived on a Friday afternoon, back in September. I met them outside the subway station and we walked the three blocks to my apartment. In the pouring rain. You know the drill by now--if someone came to visit me, it poured rain. We grabbed a quick lunch so I could go back to work and Mom and Dad could dry out.

Friday night, I introduced my parents to the awesomeness of Cafe Jaffa. I'm craving it now just thinking about it. We then hung out in my apartment and rested up for our big Saturday.

We started Saturday off with the Freedom Trail and Dunkin Donuts. And as expected, my mom read Every. Single. Plaque. But it was fun and I actually learned a few new things.

for the kindergarten teacher in our group



in the Granary Cemetery



Mom posing with her people--the Irish. Dad doing what he does in every picture I take--not smiling.



moon shoes make the Freedom Trail more enjoyable



where it all began



street art



Bobby was actually able to come visit again and he got to Boston on Saturday afternoon. So we picked Bobby up at the subway station and went to dinner at the Barking Crab.







We went to my church on Sunday morning. But not this one.



Smiley and Not So Smiley on the T



walking around Boston







with more of her Boston people



smiles squared



There are usually little old Italian men playing on these bocce courts.



gelato!













Part Two coming tomorrow.