I just realised I haven’t written anything substantive since LA, so here’s a whole lotta catching up.
For our first two days in New York, it rained with the intensity and fury of a three year old’s supermarket aisle tantrum, and needless to say - we got wet, wet, wet.
It was the kind of wet where you stand on the sidewalk, perfectly minding your own business, only to be splashed in the face by a taxi passing by.
The kind of wet when your umbrella is blown inside out by a gust of wind and promptly falls to pieces, fluttering meekly against the onslaught of torrential downfall.
The kind of wet that leaves you so fed up, so distracted by the wet, shining pavements that you don’t even notice yourself walking straight into a ground-level fountain.
Yeah. That kind of wet. Don’t be fooled by my squinty grin. I was wailing on the inside.
But on the third day, the weather cleared up and looked like this.
Immediately, New York became a different city.
The people were more cheery.
The streets were less chaotic.
The parks looked greener.
And the sights? Grander to behold.
I won’t bore you with a laundry list of where we went and what we did. I’ll just pic spam you instead. Hurrah!
xx doots
(PS. Hi Mum!)
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