The first time I stepped off a ferry and onto the great city of New York, I was seventeen-years-old. We were on a family vacation (not unlike this one), though I didn't have a husband back then. Not as a junior in high school.
I was just a small town girl.... sucked in by the streetlights. The people... :)
And I was instantly mesmerized at how massive it was. How overwhelming. How shiny.
It was wonderful!
After a day of running around (in hideous Payless tennis shoes I might add, we had to pick them up after my feet blistered in my "cute" wedge sandals), I was in love.
I think one of my favorite things about New York City, is that no matter how many times you may visit, how old you might get, how tired you are or how jaded you might feel, that city still has the power to take your breath away.
Yesterday we took a break from beach-side living to take a day trip to the Big Apple.
Though it wasn't nearly enough time, we managed to squeeze in most of the must-do's when you're in arguably the Greatest City in the World.
We grabbed hotdogs. Walked through Central Park. Took a bus tour of downtown (Times Square). Had NY-style pizza. Saw the tree at Rockefeller Center (30 Rock!!!). Got flipped off. Cut off. And honked at. (Those make you feel like a real New Yorker.)
We also caught a few remaining holiday window displays, three ice skating rinks, drank a lot of coffee, grabbed a cupcake from Magnolia Bakery, and stopped in a Duane Reade (New York's Walgreens).
It was a crazy, hectic, freezing and pretty exhausting day, but it was also pretty perfect (at least to me).
And already I can't wait to visit again, the city that stole my heart at seventeen.
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