We received a warm welcome from the lady working the toll booth after we paid $13 to drive into the city, "GO!!! Go on!" New Yorkers are as direct as they come. But really, with the exception of a few (like the crabby lady in the toll both) they've been quite friendly. But let's be real, sitting in that small, confined box all day & praying to God nobody rams into it with their vehicle would take a toll on anyone (pun intended). And then there was the guy attempting to reserve a parking spot on the street by standing in it. Brooks & I thought he was helping us parallel park until we heard, "BACK INTO ME! SEE WHAT HAPPENS!" Once we found a parking spot, we dropped off our bags & hurried off to Times Square to land some discount tickets to a Broadway show. Now, I believe "He [God] will prepare you for what He has prepared for you," but nothing in this introvert's history served as preparation for the mass amount of tourists crammed into one block, taking photos & trying to figure out where they're going all at once. Somewhere along the way conversing with Mr. Beless waned, which prompted him to ask whether or not I was okay (more than once). I felt like a baby experiencing a jumperoo with flashing lights, loud music & little toys dangling in my face for the first time: excited, but totally overstimulated. I could give you the play-by-play of our time in the city, but I will let pictures do the talking.
Brooklyn in the distance
Lunch under a bridge, overlooking the waters off of Sea Gate//we've packed most of our lunches to save $$ & eat well.
Union Square Farmers Market