by Jess

My 4-year old daughter and I had been planning our trip to Boston for months (check out our kid-friendly Boston guide here!). We were going to see dear old friends, stay in our old neighborhood, eat at our old restaurants . . . I could taste the cool mayonnaisy heaven that is a New England lobster roll, and the sugary, nutty twice-baked almond brioche from flour bakery.

And then, on our first night there, we got food poisoning. I never discovered the culprit-- it was definitely something from at some point on our travels or directly preceding them-- we had literally been in the city for about two hours when things went downhill: suddenly, forcefully, and miserably.

Welcome back to Boston.

by Jess 

So recently my old college friends decided to have a weekend reunion and wanted to do it in downtown San Antonio on the Riverwalk.

I cringed.