Our last day in New York City was bitter sweet. Paul was anxious to get home. And I wanted to stay just one more day. Or ten. We took it easy for the most part. Hailed a reallllly smelly cab to the Brooklyn Bridge and met up for lunch with one of Paul’s childhood friends…
Last time Paul and I went to New York, the 9/11 Memorial didn’t exist. It was still Ground Zero. With construction fences and an eerie feeling all around it. Certainly not much to look at. It’s amazing what they’ve done in the last 5 years. I think the design is smart. It’s calming and heartbreaking.…
OK, it was actually called Camp Nubar. But if you imagine a bald, mustached Moroccan with a thick French accent yelling out “Camp Magoooo!!” every so often, it’s so much more funny. Pretty place, lots of rain, nice lake, especially loved when the huz showed me around and shared some of his childhood memories. I could…
Traveling with so many people, there were only a handful of times where we all wanted to do the same thing and could get our schedules to match. One of those times was in Central Park. I get a little smitten with the view from Central Park. Just all that beautiful cheerful green surrounded by…
These are just some shots from around the city on our second day. I’ll be posting more from Central Park and the 9/11 Memorial in their own post. Because then it’s just too many pictures in one blog entry, and you’d be scrolling for days. Ain’t nobody got time for that. One of my favorite…
Don’t worry, Gadoo had a fantastic cat-sitter. And I’m sure he was happy to have a break from defending his life against the 2 year old. Our trip started with a red eye flight into Newark and we finally arrived in the actual New York City around 7am. Which is 4am California time! You betta…
The weeks leading up to our trip to New York were filled with dread and second thoughts and what the hell are we thinking?!? Every time Paul and I talked about it, we’d look at each other with true, deep fear in our eyes and debate calling the whole thing off. New York frickin’ City.…
The last time we went to Mammoth, I was very, VERY pregnant. Like 8 months pregnant. Like the kind of pregnant where people ask if you are having twins and “are you actually going to get bigger than this?” kind of pregnant. You know, the most flattering, heavenly I mean, the most uncomfortable, can’t-wait-to-get-this-baby-outta-me part of…
This post is a little difficult for me to write without getting a bit choked up. We just returned from an amazing weekend in Sacramento visiting family – I only wish it were under different circumstances. My dear Aunt Sheila has been sick with breast cancer. This is her second battle with it in the…
Sometimes a little trip to the country is good for the soul. We get to see family and friends, we get to enjoy the big beautiful outdoors, we get to eat 5 Guys with fry sauce, we get to jump and run and play and laugh. Happy. Headed home…