Trekking across the country to land 225 miles away from New York so close to New Year’s Eve meant only one thing: we were heading to New York. If you recall from DC or Bust, the first night in our new place we were up until 1:30 am unpacking and repacking just to be up at 5:00 am to head to Union Station.
Being in New York on New Year’s Eve was an original item on my personal bucket list. The chance to make it happen was amazing. The bus ride to NY was about five hours. I used most of it to catch up on sleep as well as prepare for the night ahead of us. Once in New York, we immediately took on the New York food scene with the classic New York style pizza. I must say it was a great choice. With high expectations, there was bound to be a letdown but it was everything we were told it would be.
In typical fashion, it took only a few minutes for Allie to understand the subway system and actually advise others of where to go. We traveled to the financial district and checked in to a Double Tree (best warm cookies checking into a hotel ever) and made our plan.
We headed down to Central Park for a stroll, watched skaters on the ice and ducks in the pond, and spent time enjoying the surprisingly empty park. After our park adventure, we headed down towards Times Square and managed to get about two blocks on the side of the Times Square ball. After taking in several celebrations of world new years, we caught the subway back to our hotel. Tired and cold, it was not hard at all to fall asleep.
The next day, we set out early to take in New York. We spent several hours in remembrance at the 9/11 memorial and museum.
Explored Chinatown and Old Italy where we had lunch
Took in a beautiful night view of the city from the Empire State Building
And stopped at Keen’s, full of signed pipes it was the first meeting place for female PT’s, for the classic New York Cheese Cake.
January 2- it was time to wrap up all of our travels and head home to (we can’t believe it) DC. This didn’t stop us from enjoying the rush of Times Square, taking in an authentic Irish pub, and watching the talents of a spray-paint artist while waiting for our bus.
It’s been seven days. Allie and I have traveled through 14 States and the District of Columbia, experienced as much of New York as any traveler can get in two and a half days, and we still have a weekend of unpacking and apartment set up to get through before my internship and Allie’s physical therapy clinical begin.