Day (19): The Fat Woman

No, I don't reference people in this title. Well, not specific people at least. Rather, I learned a new foreign word today: Zaftig, which is Yiddish for a fat woman. And that is the name of the Jewish deli I landed at with Mom and Joe after we finished some shopping in Brookline, based on recommendations from friends. And it lived up to its title. It's easy to see why the women (and men for that matter) become fat at this place with their mounds of food and tempting challa bread. Delicious. Then, we began working our way back to the Emerson campus, getting off the subway at Copley Square for me to return the plethora of media I never got a chance to experience that I had taken out and pic up pictures of you, the people I love, to plaster the walls of my dorm at the castle. After some extensive meandering, we had a light dinner and Nutella milkshake from Boloco. Those milkshakes cannot be matched in the world. Then I drug the parents up the main shopping drag of Newbury Street and over to the Christian Scientist Park, one of my favorite parts of the city. Basically, this cultish denomination aquired enough money to buy out an entire block in downtown Boston and build a mosque-looking church, a tower, and a ridiculously long and beautiful reflecting pool. Then the real treat came: we dragged our tired bodices back across town to the P.F. Chang's for the Great Wall of Chocolate consumption with Christine Ryan, Layla Halabian, and Lauren Camara. If these kids can't keep my presh mother entertained, I don't know who could.