My son and I were in Boston just a few weeks ago (we went on the 10th grade class trip with his previous school in Savannah), but my daughter hasn’t flown since she was a baby. Needless to say, the plane ride might have been the most exciting part for her, although all of the escalators, elevators, and moving sidewalks were right up there. I know, she needs to get out more!
The nicest part about being twelve in the airport is that you don’t have to take your shoes off to get through security, and they don’t give you the full body-cavity search that the rest of us endure.
Apparently the pigeons are quite at home in the Newark airport; we had a good laugh over this fellow who was visiting Dunkin Donuts:
Can I just say that again?! Grand Central during Friday rush hour. And we were towing luggage. It was insanity! Picture my southern children, who move at a leisurely pace and have been taught to yield the right of way out of politeness, dropped into the middle of the madding crowd that’s New York. I’m still amazed we didn’t lose them! Oh, and if you were commuting home in NYC that day, I’m really sorry about that escalator backup. Tourists!
Annabelle and I got to see the New York City Ballet (cue the angels singing), and the guys went to see the Met Opera perform Othello, both at Lincoln Center.
It was so cold out that Sis had to wear jeans under her dress, but she took them off in the restroom so she could be appropriately attired during the ballet. Tiler Peck was dancing–my girl was in heaven!
Saturday morning, we had an amazing behind the scenes tour of the World Trade Center and 9-11 museum with several other military friends who were also in town for the weekend.
One World Trade Center (formerly known as the Freedom Tower) disappeared into the clouds, but we still rode up to the top. It’s the tallest skyscraper in the Western Hemisphere, and even though my kids would have loved the view, I was kind of thankful that I couldn’t see out because I AM A HUGE CHICKEN. Really tall skyscrapers sway in the wind, people! Which is why I live in a town where we don’t even have an escalator.
This Virgil quote broke my heart:
We decided to hop on the (free) Staten Island ferry; I’d heard it was the best view of the Statue of Liberty and we needed to just sit and be quiet for awhile.
Lady Liberty didn’t disappoint, and I think was a good followup to the museum:
On Sunday morning, the cloud cover was still thick, so instead of making another attempt to go up to the top of 1WTC, we ate breakfast in the financial district and hopped a train out to Newark for our flight home.
Harley was so relieved to see us; he’s had a hard time being an only dog since Sunny died. He was in very good hands with two sets of neighbors taking care of him and making sure he got his walks, though.
My dear neighbor, Mara (“mom” to Harley’s girlfriend, Mia), left me these lovely flowers because she knows that Mother’s Day is a tough day for me. Tears!
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