Five minutes after we left a HIV Coordinator meeting site near Back Bay, Hannah and I stood on the sidewalk at a junction between Arlington Street and Columbus Avenue trying to convince each other a better way to get to Yawkey Building at Boston Medical Center.
"Are you sure we can walk to BMC from here?" Hannah was skeptical because she'd rather drives around the block for thirty minutes looking for parking spot than walking for five or ten minutes to get to her destinations.
"Yes, it 's just around the corner. It's an insane to drive in this beautiful weather." I think I've become like most of the people here who prefer to walk when they say, just around the corner.
Don't expect you'll see the address written on a piece of the paper in your hand, just around the corner. Sometimes it takes more than two or three corners to get to your destination. But for a person like me and everybody else who loves walking and exploring the streets and alleys, the phrase: it's right there, just around the corner, less then five minutes walk , it's not far and my favorite phrase is before you can blink your eyes should not to be taken seriously if you hate walking.
I took Hannah through the short cuts and narrow streets she never passed through before. Along Harrison Avenue, she was surprised to see an old rundown building she used to get a slice of pizza was long gone. A construction of high rise condo is taking place.
When we got to East Newton Street, I was convinced taking a pedestrian walkway between Solomon Carter Fuller Mental Health Center and Evans builidng was the fastest way to get to Yawkey.
Hannah stopped a bearded tall man in a bomber jacket to ask the quickest way to Yawkey Center.
"You see that yellow sign? The man pointed to a neon green hexagon sign about 20 feet ahead of us, "walk past the sign and turn to the left. You won't miss it."
"It is a neon green, not yellow." Hannah corrected the man.
An offended expression drawn all over the man's face.
"Please forgive her, she forgot to take her medication this morning." I gently pulled Hannah along and thanked the man. I was trying very hard to hold my laughter when I looked at the man's expression.
I burst out laughing as soon as the man turned around the corner and Hannah gently tugged my backpack.
"Are you laughing at me, Ana?"
I shook my head,"Do you know why we get along so well? We always say the silly things at the right times.The man was giving us a direction and you were trying to correct his color chart."
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