July 12, 2012
After being stuffed with German food, and being over stimulated on all things mid-century modern at Oma’s house in Jamestown, we traveled East to NYC.
We stayed in SoHo, among the cobblestone streets, and the occasional model sighting. Whenever I saw one, I’d slap Pat’s arm, and try to nonchalantly gawk. I can’t help my exuberance for all things waif-like and high fashion.
We saw some amazing fireworks off the Hudson River.
We went to the Natural History Museum to meet the dinosaurs.
(I am crushing your head)
After dinosaurs we went to FAO Schwartz.
And spoiled the children with a load of toys.
We also went to Brooklyn, where we realized that there are only people 30 years and younger living there, and they’re all ultra hipsters.
Bikes, mustaches, homemade beer, basically giving Portland a run for it’s money.
We explored the Chelsea Highline. Where everything was 10 degrees hotter. Clearly, I was super happy about that.
Central Parked it up.
This was the only photo of Pat and me together. Because traveling with our monsters in this crazy big city is hard, yo. And I felt like I never exhaled the entire time.
Please don’t run that close to the street!
Careful that dog might bite!
You want to eat, AGAIN?!
I was a collection of anxiety and nerves over things covered in urine, speeding taxis, and people that may or may not have been hobos.
But my children loved being in the city. They loved the hustle and the constant stream of things to see.
Especially Berlyn, she had this graceful ease about her while navigating the streets. It was as if she belonged there, she fit right in; she and NYC were simpatico.
I have a feeling we’ll all be back sooner rather than later.
Farewell New York, we’ll see you soon.