Two little girls in the Big Apple.

(And yes i admit, due to the delightful food I was a lot little-r on the way there, then on the way back. Not funny, no really not funny!)

Yesterday,
two months and twenty seven days ago,
My friend Kristen and I took a trip to NYC. Let me just say before we get any further into this blog that IT WAS AMAZING. "Yes all in caps it is necessary trust me!"

We decided beforehand to fly red-eye for all of the obvious monetary reasons but also because we wanted to waste as little time as possible sleeping. "HELLO! Who wants to be catatonic in NYC? I don't and that's for sure." Consequently we arrived early and went immediately to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island.


After the Statue we went to pay a visit to Wall Street for a photo op for Jeff. When mapping our the itinerary we had decided not to visit Ground Zero but we were close and could not resist. Can you blame us? So as it was completely unexpected this was one of the most profound days I have spent in all my thirty years.

We also saw four on Broadway shows one of which of course was Wicked. I had previously read the book and in doing so went in a little apprehensive. But honestly I could not have loved it more. We spent a little time shopping fifth avenue, got locked in and escorted to the basement of a cement "hole" on Canal street where I experienced first hand Kristen's exceptional bartering skills (and she experience my lack thereof), Ate in the ice skating rink at Rockefeller center, waited in line for half an hour to NOT go up the Empire State building, got denied access to the top floor of Trump Tower, navigated our way through the subway system, went to the Metropolitan museum of art( I heart the Met), walked from the Met to Central Park through the Puerto Rican day parade, saw some really archaic and awesome buildings, and saw Johnny Damon go one for four to lose to the Kansas city Royals. Jeff keeps telling me it was because he got nervous because I was there. Go figure.




So there it is in one lump sum. The unabridged version would have taken a long time to write and a longer time to read. But still I wish I could portray with words the feelings I felt, the pride in this amazing counrty, the heartache at the loss of the towers, the love for the museum of art, the electricity running through the city, feelings I think you can only feel in NYC. And one thing I know for sure I am going back, who is coming with me?