She runs out of the driveway, waving at the RV as she comes near the street. She smiles at us, and I like her immediately. Not that I didn’t already like her—after all, we’ve been speaking to one another about writing, editing, and various other topics for nearly four years now, and she has always been kind. Her offer of a cabin by the lake, for as many days as we would like, is simply the cherry on top of what I already considered a good friendship.
As we continue our year of travel, I find inspiration in many places. Boston is a city bursting with history, the beauty of nature, and inspiration aplenty. It’s also a great city to visit with young children.
Finding pieces of history is one of the great joys travel.