Adventures in NYC

I've been waiting to construct a New York post until my stomach was fully assimilated back into its normal eating habits and until I at least had a few pictures to post. Since it's almost been a week since our return, I figured I should get on it...

Save the food poisoning episode that transpired (thankfully) the last night of our trip, New York was phenom, as expected. Greg parents did a great job of planning the trip, and are so generous! It's nice to travel to a city when you can actually afford to do the fun stuff. Our hotel was a really funky art-deco building, and our rooms were actually little suites, with a kitchen and a sitting room. We also happened to be a block away from where that crane fell and killed 7 people, so we got an up close look at the damage. A bit morbid, yet fascinating. We did typical touristy activities like the Statue of Liberty (which by the way has more security checks than an airport) and Ellis Island, the museums and the like. A couple of the highlights for me are as follows: when we went to the museum they have at ground zero (I got surprisingly emotional in there), when we went to Wicked and sat on the front row of the balcony (best seats in the world for real) and when we ate at Carnegie Deli (I've been craving that cheesecake for six years).

Though the aforementioned were all great, my favorite experience happened on Canal Street. I mean, can't a girl get a knock-off Chanel in peace these days? Not hardly. After being bombarded by people trying to sell my Louis Vuitton (hellllllllo, not interested) for seriously an hour, we finally tracked down a guy who apparently had some Chanels. After waiting 30 minutes, he came back and said that he couldn't get us purses because the cops were everywhere. (Don't they have something better to do??) That was day one.

We went back the next day and gave the little head nod to a guy that we had seen the day before. After an intricate sequence of following him from a distance, jay-walking and standing by food stands, I got my purses. In some ways, I felt like I was doing a drug deal or something. So interesting, the length these guys go to to cover their behinds. I think Greg prob thought I was nuts, but he's a good sport. I think it was a little fun for him too, if I may be so bold as to assert such an idea. It was an adventure though, unique to New York.

So yeah, I walked more than I have in the last year, pigged out on amazing food from a lot of different genres (until I started puking it up that is, non bulimic style) and basically had a great time with my incredible husband (who spent half his birthday holding my hair back while I puked) and our great family. All I have to say is, I love NYC.

Our Stop

World Trade Center Museum

Getting in touch with my roots....