I have had a long distance romance with New York City since high school. When I was 18, my grandparents sent me there as a graduation gift, and I fell in love. For the past 17 years, I have dreamed about returning. The energy of the city is addictive. Yes, it’s a little dirty and very expensive. But the people, the lights, the noise… I just love it. Finally, my dream came true and Mother & I went back over the weekend. Only this time, we had one extra person with us.
Torin did amazingly well on this trip. We walked her skinny little legs off. Just when we thought she was completely out of gas, she would surprise us with a burst of energy and start skipping ahead. We checked into our hotel Friday night and went straight to Times Square, where we ate pizza and absorbed all of the sights and sounds. Torin’s favorite part was seeing a very interesting man dressed in what looked like old curtains. He was wearing a rainbow tutu on his head. (Don’t see that everyday in Brentwood.) While we were in Times Square, we rode the giant 3-story Ferris Wheel inside Toys ‘R Us. After that, she was hooked. Torin loved NYC as much as I did.
On Saturday, we saw the Empire State Building, went to the Top of the Rock in Rockefeller Center, shopped 5th Avenue, visited the Plaza Hotel and saw where Eloise lives, walked to FAO Schwartz and danced on the piano from the movie Big, and made ourselves sick at Dylan’s Candy Bar.
On Sunday, we took the subway to Chinatown, ate in Little Italy (pretty sure our server was a mob boss), saw the Statue of Liberty from Battery Park, visited City Hall where my grandparents were married, walked on the Brooklyn Bridge, and then spent the evening at South Street Seaport.
On Monday, we covered most of Central Park, chased pigeons, filmed a scene for a t.v. show, did some more shopping, and ate at American Girl.
On Tuesday morning, we woke up at 3:00 a.m. central time and drug our tired buns to the airport. Dave asked me if I had gotten New York out of my system. Not a chance. I’m already mentally making a list of everything I’ll do next time I visit. :)
One more thing. I have to give a big, BIG thank you to Dave and PaPa who planned lots of “boy stuff” with Parker while we were gone. While us girls were living it up on 5th Avenue, PaPa and Parker were sleeping in Uncle Matt & Aunt Kristen’s backyard. It’s not quite the Plaza, but I know Parker loved every minute.