i've visited my new york family a handful of times over the years—not nearly enough really—
but the funny thing is, i've never really done the super touristy things. i mean, i'd been to a broadway
show and we once tried to get to staten island, only we took the wrong ferry...i went to coney island
when i was really small, but i don't remember it so it doesn't count. i went to the guggenheim
and possibly the natural history museum...but over all, i had avoided being a tourist because that's
so, well, lame, right?
wrong!
but the funny thing is, i've never really done the super touristy things. i mean, i'd been to a broadway
show and we once tried to get to staten island, only we took the wrong ferry...i went to coney island
when i was really small, but i don't remember it so it doesn't count. i went to the guggenheim
and possibly the natural history museum...but over all, i had avoided being a tourist because that's
so, well, lame, right?
wrong!
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this time, i thoroughly enjoyed being a tourist. we went to the top of the rock and took lots
of cheesy photos. we went up the empire state building at midnight and paid some extra dollars
to ride the vomit train (it's a no go), had street food from the halal guys on our way to the hotel (falafel, yes!), saw another broadway show, took a cab (my freezing fingers gave thanks), tried out shake shack (well, not me), walked around with our eyes to the sky in Times Square,
went through Central Park and wished we had bread for the ducks (probably overfed, right?),
finally got to see (1/10th of) The Met, wandered around the upper east side and found souvenirs at a local coffee roastery, visited Ground Zero, made friends with a stranger on the subway
(not called the metro), bothered the studiers in the Mid-Manhattan Library (told you;),
of cheesy photos. we went up the empire state building at midnight and paid some extra dollars
to ride the vomit train (it's a no go), had street food from the halal guys on our way to the hotel (falafel, yes!), saw another broadway show, took a cab (my freezing fingers gave thanks), tried out shake shack (well, not me), walked around with our eyes to the sky in Times Square,
went through Central Park and wished we had bread for the ducks (probably overfed, right?),
finally got to see (1/10th of) The Met, wandered around the upper east side and found souvenirs at a local coffee roastery, visited Ground Zero, made friends with a stranger on the subway
(not called the metro), bothered the studiers in the Mid-Manhattan Library (told you;),
and probably a few more things i've forgotten. and now i kind of wouldn't mind living there. for awhile. you know, if we could afford it.
Looks like so much fun! Although I have to say the pictures from the tops of the building made me a little dizzy just thinking about being up that high. I'll have to live vicariously through you. :)
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