The following is a re-post from July 2016.
Here in Boston, tourists abound. I regularly see them taking pictures in the Public Garden, walking the Freedom Trail, milling around Faneuil Hall. Beyond the city limits, they visit historic Plymouth and Salem, scatter all along Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard, and Nantucket. Sometimes I see them struggling along our cobblestone streets with their luggage, but mostly they look as if they’re having a good time.
At the risk of sounding like “Trip Advisor,” Boston’s a great vacation destination with its rich architecture, abundant historical sites and museums – not to mention great seafood. In fact, not long ago when friends visited for the weekend, we went on a harbor cruise and took a tour of Fenway Park. And of course, we ate delish Italian cuisine in the North End.
My vacation is coming up and, this time around, I won’t be getting out of Dodge, but I’ll surely dodge the usual travel hassles, lost luggage, and second-rate hotels. I also won’t end up more exhausted than when I started, and I won’t spend a fortune doing it. Call me crazy, but I’m taking a staycation. I’ll sleep decadently late, go to the Museum of Fine Arts, meet a friend for lunch, stroll through the Copley Square Farmer’s Market, get pampered at my favorite Newbury Street day spa, and spend the day at Singing Sand Beach.
No matter where you live, a staycation could be the ideal way to spend your leisure time. I’ll bet there are some places you’ve been meaning to go – a day trip, perhaps – or a show you want to see. Maybe go hiking or biking, or try that restaurant you’ve heard so much about but haven’t gotten the chance to try.
Remember, like Dorothy once said, “There’s no place like home…”
Staycation 2018 was my first staycation in my new home. It was not so much about sightseeing as it was about luxuriating. I’ve not only had a glorious week, but my best friend came to Boston and spent it with me. Instead of the Charles River, we had a view of the glistening Mystic River. We drank sweet tea while lounging on lawn chairs in my backyard and nibbled on French pastries in a neighborhood cafe. Our spa day featured a mani-and pedi- and a botanical face mask. And we shopped until we dropped. She left this morning, and I already miss her. Who’s this best friend? She’s my mother, of course.