It was some of the hottest days of the summer. And for some reason, the prospect of staying right in Boston seemed less attractive than trying to find something outside of the city and traveling in. I was looking forward to peace and greenery this time, rather than my normal need for a dose of high energy city life.
I finally came upon a review of the Hilton in Woburn that sounded like it would be the right place for me. A quick subway ride into Boston. A Starbucks on the corner for breakfast. A pool. So I booked.
It was surprisingly trendy. And filled with light. It had a pool in the lobby. Not in a separate area of the hotel, but smack in the middle of the lobby with a pool side bar with chic cabanas and lounges.
I arrived to a rainbow of colors in front of the check in desk. An Indian wedding! It seemed like hundreds of guests dressed in exquisite silk and gold saris were gliding here and there. There was perfume in the air. Young boys stood in groups looking towards groups of the girls. Well, this is different!! I was quickly whisked through the line and given a room key. Nice.
And this was my room.
Lovely and calm and squeeky clean, with a balcony that looked down over the main lobby.
I took a walk outside my room towards the lobby again, and came upon the ballroom where the wedding was to take place.
I think at this point I felt like I was on a mini-vacation. I was slowly forgetting my little world and becoming engrossed in that of total strangers who I hoped all good wedding wishes for.
I never saw the bride. I never saw the groom. By the time I got back from dinner everyone was adjourning for a buffet dinner. I took a few snaps from my balcony before heading down to the pool side bar for a glass of wine to enjoy the piano player's rendition of great love songs.
I wish them well. Although I never saw them, I was at their wedding. At the Hilton in Woburn, Mass.
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