We left in the morning from Salt Lake eventually landing in
New York City to enjoy the evening of May 2nd in Manhattan. We settled in our Air BNB room, walked around
and ate dinner in a quaint bakery. We went to sleep in a snug twin bed, which
met up with a lamb furred wall. Katie had an itchy face most of the night. The room was just big enough for us to roll out
of bed and side step to the door.
We woke to the aroma of the nail salon downstairs which was
our cue to head southwards. We first sought out the 9.11 Memorial.
It was
tastefully done with modern simplicity.
The site designers could have
kicked it up a notch by including something like this statue that we found in
Innsbrook Austria – you know, in remembrance of the hijackers.
Our country really doesn’t utilize the hanging in effigy enough.
From there we decided to take a casual stroll over to Chinatown,
which we did. Somewhere along the line we decided that a stroll is the only way
to view Manhattan, and we strolled for 4.5 hours up to 71st , and
somewhere during the tour it turned from a stroll to a, purposeful walk, then
to a jaunt and from a jaunt to a somewhat vigorous jaunt. You see we had to get
up to 71st for the best Jamaican food truck in the city and we had
to get from the best Jamaican food truck in the city back to our luggage, and
from our luggage to the subway, and from the subway to the shuttle which led to
JFK, in order to catch a 7:00 PM flight to Germany, so we could get to Sweden, and
to Switzerland, and to Lichtenstein, and to Austria, and back into Germany, to
get back to NYC, and eventually back home via Baltimore of course. So we jaunted…and
our feet hurt the rest of the trip.
Naturally, we needed fuel to keep us on our pace. So
somewhere around 31st street we stopped off for our first Knish…that
was a mistake. It didn’t take long for our engine rooms to clog from the three
pound brick of fried mashed potatoes with spinach and onion – not compatible in
mouth or bowels.
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