Day 4
Or New York…to you guys.
You know how, when it’s time to pack up and leave a hotel–a hotel you’ve called “home” for 3 days–how it’s kind of an ordeal to sort out his, and hers and theirs and ours and somehow get it all packed back into those really little shrinking suitcases? Well, we did it.
April even rounded up her arsenal of 843 Binkies–for the road. It’s apparently a twin thing.
Little dudes are ready…
Teeny, tiny Aunt Jillian has squeezed into her cozy spot–where no other human being could possibly fit. So, we are indeed ready to head off to the big city.
Several hours and a couple of rest stops later, we spotted signs that we were leaving the quiet, foresty, calm world that we had known, thus far.
“Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”
“Look! Emerald City is closer, and prettier than ever!”
WAIT. Nobody told me about the tunnel….
the UNDER WATER tunnel!
Dude.
Perhaps I haven’t shared with you how I feel about tunnels. We won’t talk about the underwater part.
Imagine me, with my eyes squinched shut, fingers in my ears, shrieking. Not a fan of tunnels.
Ok, ok. When I opened up my eyes, I realize that we had survived.
But it was close.
And so the city approaches.
Those are some mighty tall buildings, Opie.
And that-there is a busload of people, Aunt Bee.
While unloading the car we had a swarm of passer-byers make sweet comments about seeing 3 babies all in one place, and about Chompy’s new hat. Wait a second–is this the cold, mean New York, that we’ve heard so much about? Hmmm….
By the time we got our luggage to our rooms upstairs the place really came to life. We did learn fast that if you see something cool and stop to take a picture of it, you’ll cause an immediate 17 people pile up. The proper procedure is to step off to the side and then snap the picture. That may make a few people smile and shake their heads, like, “Oh, you tourists,” but it beats being trampled to death on Broadway.
Our hotel room was just around the corner from Time Square.
We found a familiar pizza joint, first thing. The guy behind the counter yelled at us–and I’m not kidding–to give him our order, before we even stepped up to the counter.
He said, “Boom, boom, boom! What you want? Hurry! Move!” Don’t be dilly-dallying around in this town man. These folks are in a hurry.
Obviously, some of us were particularly hungry.
Ditto.
So many lights. So many people. So far away from home. So much to look at. So much to squeeze into the next couple of days.
So nice of Johnny Depp to welcome us to town.
Yeah…I feel at home already.
