If ever you’ve had to mail an international parcel in time for Christmas, you understand a fundamental truth: there’s only so much slacking to be done. With that in mind, my mom and I decided to take advantage of the unseasonably warm temperatures and have ourselves a little shopping spree. For something different (in more ways than one), we headed to Hyde Park.
Hyde Park, you see, is an artsy community of restaurants, antique stores, and art galleries in the heart of historic North End. It’s where you go to find a little something different, hang out with friends old and new, and people watch through a haze of patchouli. Not exactly my mom’s cup of tea. I lured her there with the promise of finding the perfect gift for my sister-in-law: a classic book in Swedish. She argued they wouldn’t have anything; it would be a wasted trip. I countered, The bookstore carries a “small, but fierce” selection of foreign language books–we can’t go wrong!
Alas, we walked into the store to find the inhabitants in back, reading what sounded to be a blog post. We meandered about, no doubt looking out of place and more than a bit lost. Nothing like a couple of morons, looking for something, somewhere. We didn’t want to interrupt the “reading” to ask for assistance; we didn’t want to traipse through the group to peruse book shelves near the far corner of the store. So we shuffled out as quickly as we shuffled in.
And that, was that.
Not all was lost, however. We enjoyed our mini adventure all the same. We soaked in the blue skies and sunshine; we snapped a picture or two; we laughed our way along the narrow streets.
We made it back to our car just in time to watch a lady parallel park her SUV in a spot intended for a Smart car. She jumped from the vehicle, glanced our way, and ran into the coffee shop. Apparently, it was an emergency. Her system, so low on caffeine and artificial sweeteners, could not function enough to register, and therefore care about, the fact that she had just pinned us in. No doubt the person in back of us suffered the same condition.
Bless their hearts.
Even then, whilst waiting for one or the other to reemerge, we spied a celebrity . . .
So it is my wish for you in the coming days; In the midst of the hustle and bustle may you have a wee holiday adventure. May you happen upon an unexpected spot to explore–meander about, window shop, maybe snap a photo or two. May your discoveries fill you with nothing but good cheer . . .
Happiest of weekend wishes to you, my friends!