Day Seven

The Words: As our last outing with Jared’s family before we ran back to the comfort and loud of the city, we went to Dim Sum (another feast of ridiculous proportions even for the 9 people that sat around the table). I was the white girl that needed a fork but I survived. I drank soy milk on a “dare” (newsflash to the 30 and older crowd – soy milk is no longer a strange thing. You can get it on every corner, be it in a Starbuck’s or a CVS) and tried sesame balls for the first time. Yummy! (Even if Jared doesn’t seem to think so).

Next, we went to the IRA in Boston. A lot of modern art and people-watching of the ironic tophat wearing and crazy variety. This is the first “exhibit”, right as you enter the museum, which is right on the Boston Harbor. I like the way that the youngest people are also the closest ones to the bright reflection of modern art. A little farther back is Jared’s Uncle Kenny and still not quite sure about this whole thing – Jared’s Grandma Chiang. (Not pictured: Littlest Zeizel, Austin who spent his time in the museum texting his friends )