the neverending strory

remember that movie? we let Aidan watch it this year. i had forgotten how cheesy it was!

Anyway, back to my neverending story. I was just going to stop my trip story back at the photo montage, but my mom and aunt requested more details - which is good - i want to make my blog into a book for Aidan someday, so the more details, the better, right? I am sure he will especially love my recipes and sewing posts.

So, we have talked about the beach, the Statue of Liberty, Rhode Island and our big storm......... That leaves me New York City and our last night at the Inn, so if you are lucky I can wrap this trip up in two more posts. Although I do still have all the photos Aidan took........... they are pretty entertaining. Who knows, this vacation might stretch on for another week.

Well, this post we will dedicate to NYC.

New York City was a whirlwind trip as well. I think I would have loved to spend a little more time there, but I tell you what, we literally covered the entire island of Manhattan that day. Did I mention what a good traveller Aidan is? I guess there are advantages to only having one. I can afford to buy him a never-ending supply of ice cream to combat the heat and keep the sugar high going.

So again I am going to bombard you with photos - I took so many my camera batteries died three times! Do you know how hard it is to find batteries in Manhattan? That story alone could be an entire blog post!!!!

George Washington Bridge. We drove into Manhattan along the Henry Hudson Parkway. So gorgeous! I could have taken hundreds of pictures of the brownstones and gardens along the river. But fortunately for you I was out of batteries.

Off we go. Aidan thought NYC was "so cool" because it looks just like where Curious George lives!!!

I wish I could apologize to all the people who were surprised by a random pigeon in their face, courtesy of Aidan.





How New York is this?

Hot dog in Central Park?




Taking a break while Jakob and Kate buy some falafal.


On the subway. He doesn't look happy, but he did love riding. We felt so urban sliding our "Metro card" and going through the turn styles.

The Manhattan skyline from the harbor ferry.

Chinatown!

Oops, this is out of order. This is the Brooklyn Bridge. I thought the bridges were amazing, as you can tell. I have a lot more bridge pics but I will just keep them to myself.

I just thought this picture was funny. (this is a city parking ramp.) The ramp was full of Mercedes and BMW's and then there was a VW van on the top.

We didn't think Chinatown smelled very good.

I loved little Italy. Really loved it.

I was really hoping to eat there.

When we were on our honeymoon we spent an evening in Boston's "Little Italy." That was one of my favorite evenings ever. We even found a little Improv theater there, and that was the beginning of our love of Improv. But back to this story......

Mmm, homemade pasta, some wine and the Mafia? Doesn't that sound wonderful?

The streets reminded me of "Return to Me," one of my favorite movies of all time.

Home Depot in Manhattan

On our way to Times Square. The crowds were enormous. I also now understand why you can just head to the City to see a show at Madison Square Garden. The subway's and trains can take you right there. Jakob and Kate told me you can catch the train from CT and head down to the City for a show. Isn't that convenient????

Almost done.

We had a long day in the City and ended our night walking through Central Park and we came out on Park Ave and walked through all the extravagance. It was pretty magical, or at least for the people enjoying their dinners in posh restaurants. (Maybe a little less so for us as we trudged the streets in our flip-flops.)

I have to say I loved NYC. I would have loved to spend a few more days there. We covered miles, the garment district, the Meat-packing district, Little Italy, Chinatown, Battery Park, the lower East Side, the Upper East Side, Chelsea.......... I can see why so many movies were set there.

Just for kicks I checked out rent prices.

Yeah, it would take my entire months income to rent a 2-bedroom in Manhattan. Now I see why Carrie was so lucky with her rent controlled brownstone!