Times Square in the Rain!!!
After a nights sleep, well just an hour, my nerves were non-existent. We were officially NYC bound. Sweet Jon drove the 6 hour journey to Beacon Station. Riding the train along the Hudson River to Grand Central was exciting, allowing the tension and enthusiasm of New York City to build. Exiting the beautiful Grand Central, we ate hot dogs on the street.
The tempo of the city seams to call my name. It definitely would not be a bad place to live. Yes, I am pondering it, but who doesn’t? The hotel upgraded us to a Junior Suite for free. Karma isn’t always bad. 🙂
Our upgraded Room Key!
Our GIANT bathroom!
After a short jaunt to Times Square we headed south to China Town for some bargain shopping. “Louis, Louis? Coach, Coach? You want bag? Wallet? Purse?”, was the talk of the street. We were exhausted fighting off sales people with thick Asian accents, so a nap was in order. Dinnertime at E and E Grill House! It was fabulous, a true New York dinner with all the trimmings.
Jon and Me in Times Square
It rained! I know not very many people understand my true love and devotion to the rain. Despite the fact that most just consider me crazy for loving the rain, it still exists. For some reason or another, the rain makes me happy. I love to be in it. So, when Jon mistakenly asked me to choose a cab ride back to the hotel or to walk in the rain, I chose to walk. Jon was miserable and I couldn’t have been smiling more. There is definitely something magical about rain. The backdrop of New York didn’t hinder the magic by any means.
Times Square in the Rain
Jon and Me in the rain!
I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.