Jon and Me on our way to Katz Deli
Rain. Is. Beautiful. It rained all day, from the moment we woke up, to the moment we went to bed.
Starting off the day with a long walk to Katz Deli. After experiencing the wonderful Pastrami, nowhere near the table of ‘When Harry Met Sally’, we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. It was very beautiful through all the rain and mist. By this time my socks were soaked through along with the front of my shorts. We traveled to Battery Park to see the view of the Statue of Liberty, and Elis Island. Everything was very grey, bleak, and dreary. With solemn eyes, we walked up to the World Trade Center Memorial. Then it was off to Wall Street. Before exploring Central Park, we headed back to the hotel to change into drier clothes.
World Trade Center Memorial
Under Manhattan Bridge
On our way to Central Park a wave of water hit us, as the suburban drove past. It had to be at least 6’ tall. After I spit out the sewage water from my mouth, Jon turned to me, “So glad we went back to the hotel to dry off.” Just our luck. We definitely gave everyone around us some good entertainment.
A late night stroll around Central Park viewing the Moma and Guggenheim. This lead us to the famous all glass Apple Store. Of course it would have to be under construction, and be boarded up.
City Corp Building
There are a couple buildings in which teachers tend to beat into you. The City Corp is definitely one of those due to its structural history. It was definitely fascinating to see after so many lectures about it being built around a church.
By the time we finished visiting the City Corp Building, it was past midnight. Time to get back to the hotel to pack for the next day of travel!
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.