By: Beverly Banks
My favorite place to visit is Woodstock, Vermont. In the summer, my family and I always stay at the Woodstock Inn. This is one of my favorite places to visit due to its historical charm and quaint layout. My mother, sister, and I rent bicycles to explore the town. A slight breeze travels down the quiet streets with me as I ride by the public library. The sun shines down on the small shops and businesses. I pedal past a small breakfast place, a convenience store, and a novelty shop. Past the stores is a wrought iron bridge that overlooks a fast moving river. I always stop on this bridge to admire the vibrant fields of grass that line the water. We travel on, past beautifully decorated homes and perfectly pruned gardens, until we arrive at the Taftsville Covered Bridge. This bridge has been standing since 1836. As we cross the Taftsville Covered Bridge, we make sure to carefully glide across the wood panels on our bikes. I admire the classic Vermont view of hills and park benches from between the bridge posts. We continue until we reach a park with trails and I weave around the trees. I feel refreshed as the wind rushes past me.
After a morning of exploration, we return to our room. The Woodstock Inn is delightful; I have yet to find one I like better. At 4:00 on the dot, we join fellow guests in the wicker furniture room for tea and cookies. The white furniture complements the giant windows of the room, which showcase the rich greenery from outside. Every sight in Vermont is engaging in its own magnetic way: the vast mountains command admiration. I love driving through the area and sightseeing once we are finished with tea time. I coast down the country lanes with the windows down. I am filled with inner peace as we journey further, serenaded by Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons playing through the car’s speakers.
I find myself in a similar place as Woodstock when I walk through Lasell’s campus. Lasell and its surrounding neighborhoods share the same historical charm and quaint layout as Woodstock. After I’m finished with my afternoon classes, I often take time to explore Newton. When I walk down Lexington Street to Commonwealth Ave, the small stores surround and transport me to the small stores of Woodstock. I feel immensely grateful to have found a place so close to home that has the same small town feeling as the town I love. Newton may be miles away from Woodstock, but they both share the same piece of my heart.
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