Kevin and I made it back from NYC in two pieces. (One piece each) Although our feet from the sightseeing have taken beatings of a lifetime. (Which is logical, since I see this vacation as the trip of a lifetime. I’m a bona fide homebody, so for me it is/was.)

Never have I walked as many miles as I did this trip. By the way, Carrie from Sex and the City? Lied! There is no way in hell that fantastic bitch walked as much in HIGH HEELS as portrayed on the show. BUT this bitch walked IN HEELS a total of at least 30 blocks to the harbor and back to our hotel for the sunset cruise around Manhattan on just one evening. Of course while applying bandages to my red, angry and blistered covered feet, I realized just how stupid that was.

Except for one Broadway Musical, (Momma Mia) the heels were left in the suitcase for the remainder of our trip. Number one recommendation, if you plan a trip to Manhattan ladies, leave the heels at home! Find a pair of comfortable and as-fashionable-as-you-can pair of walking shoes, and make them your best friend. There will still be blisters with the walking shoes, but you won’t feel nearly as stupid at the end of the day…

I want to capture as much of this trip as I can in words here, for the memories. So this will be the first of several posts dealing only with the East Coast and my perceptions. And well over 500 photos to download, recording our journey that spanned from Buffalo, New York, to see Kevin’s family and Niagara Falls, to the many neighborhoods that make up Manhattan.

By the time we walked into our front door late yesterday, only one thing mattered. We were home. No noise, no pollution, no honking cab drivers, no humid drenched sweat, that even the breezes provided no relief from. Just our lovely 105 degree DRY heat, enough square footage to feel like a mansion, and our angry cat, who couldn’t decide if he wanted to stay mad, or snuggle up to us for petting.

Love,

3T