Just a while ago I was wondering about our honeymoon destination. My thought was: where should we go if it's our last trip abroad for a very long time? We were both thinking of this when we were stuck in Miami, thinking of the tropical island we'd been dreaming about and the room we had booked that had a jacuzzi on the balcony. However, when you have a hurricane after you, you actually don't have a choice. Irene had won. For the time being.
So we rescheduled to JFK. New York, New York, here we come! Not in a glamorous way, since our luggage was still somewhere in the Miami airport and the Miami airport people just couldn't locate it. So we reached NYC like the immigrants of the old days, you know, like Leonardo di Caprio in the Titanic: with just the clothes we wore. Three days and a promise to a Greek Saint (Agios Fanourios) later, our suitcase was found and sent to our hotel room.
On the morning we arrived at NYC an earthquake happened. It was about that time that our families in Greece started thinking we bring bad luck to every place we are going. If they knew at that point that Hurricane Irene would come all the way to New York in just a few days, they would do something to cancel our returning tickets and leave us and our bad luck in the US.
Contrary to what people might think, our time at New York was AMAZING. I'm not going to kiss and tell about every single thing we did. What happens in NYC, stays in NYC. I'm just about to give you a few highlights.
|Blueberry and banana pancakes. Hubby's new favorite breakfast.|
|One of the many many squirrels of Central Park.|
|Root beer float. My favorite drink from now on.|
|Who says it's just for kids?|
|A book left from its owner at Central Park, waiting for someone to read it.|
|Claire in Wonderland|
|NHL Store. A duck anyone?|