It was a fairly straightforward journey from Boston to New York City by train - a four hour journey through Rhode Island and Connecticut and into Penn Station. It felt like we arrived into a completely different country. Having had blazing sunshine in Boston, we arrived into New York and it was blustery and hammering it down with rain.
The walk from the train station to our hotel was fortunately not too far (close enough not to need an Uber), but there were big puddles to navigate, umbrellas to dodge and all sorts going on. New York is brash and loud - cars beeping their horns every few seconds, blue light sirens almost always going off and people yelling all sorts of things, but there is an energy to the place that is infectious - well at least it normally is. I hit a wall today, the last two weeks was probably catching up on me. It wasn't helped by the fact that we had a fairly late night repacking our bags and then I couldn't get back to sleep after Kirstie rolled over and fell out of bed at about 5am. *THUD*
After checking into our hotel, we wandered into Times Square, which is fairly close to our hotel, just to soak up the atmosphere (despite the wind and rain). It was good to make it hit home we were in New York. We headed for a late lunch and a sit down and planned out the next couple of days. We leave late on Tuesday and there is so much going on in New York it is difficult to decide what to do. It was my 4th time in New York, having only recently visited in December and Kirstie hadn't been a for a few years, but has done most of the main bits before - so it was about finding the balance between finding new things to do, things we would like to repeat and things we don't feel we need to repeat. We arrived at a vague plan and booked a Broadway show. Kirstie was able to find super cheap front row tickets in a sort of lottery/ballot run by one of the ticket agencies. For the evening's entertainment I really didn't fancy walking around, let alone in the wind and rain, so we thought we would check out what was on in the cinema. As Taylor Swift had been the soundtrack of our roadtrip (Canadian and American radio seemed to play her on a loop) and it was on at a decent time, we thought we would go and see 'The Eras Tour Film'. Why not? Although I'm not a particularly massive fan of Taylor Swift, it was a pretty good watch, it wasn't arduous in a way my weary brain would have struggled with and more importantly it was in a comfortable cinema out of the rain! Win Win!
Our trusty train.
Wet Wet Wet...
Times Square.
New York... 9th Avenue.
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