Taking New York City by Storm (Part Two)

So, I will freely admit to there being a rather large gap of time between Part One and Part Two of these two posts. And I apologize! It wasn't planned...and there is a very good explanation. I moved a couple weeks ago and am housesitting for the next three months. Unfortunately, there is NO internet at the house. And after calling every major (and some minor) providers in the area, I have resigned myself to limited internet. And I am much more thankful now for my unlimited data plan on my phone!

But...enough of that!

Part Two!

Let me see...where were we?






Statue of Liberty!



The next morning, we grabbed some breakfast at the hotel on our way down to the harbor.

And may I interject here that going early in the morning (8:30ish) is one of the best times I could recommend?! No lines. No waiting. We marched up to the ticket counter, bought our tickets, headed through security, and then boarded a ferry. That. Fast.

While there were decent amounts of tourists milling about, it was still a pleasant stroll around the island. I love all the history surrounding Lady Liberty and what she represents. Truly phenomenal.

After listening to the better portion of our audio tours, we browsed the gift shop before crossing over to Ellis Island.




Ellis Island is another place that fascinates me and as long as I live, I shall not be able to shake the feeling of awe I feel as I walk through the buildings of that now deserted island. Treading in the steps of thousands of immigrants...one can almost imagine the swarming mass of people who were daily shuffled through the rooms.

We were able to go up to the third floor (which I have not done before) and watch a National Park Service video about Ellis Island. Unfortunately, several of the displays have been taken down because of hurricane damage from Hurricane Sandy. But overall, it's a great experience, and if you have any relatives that immigrated to America from Europe early in the 1900s, you should definitely go for a visit!

After some time, we realized we were very hungry and, it being early afternoon by now, that breakfast was a distant memory. With no specific plan in place, we headed back to the subway.

Which was a whole other adventure! Long story short...my metro card decided not to read correctly--after Chenille was already through the gates. There was a strange man lurking about, and while we weren't sure exactly what to do, I decided to find a new card...which required me walking quite a distance and leaving poor Chenille to watch the gates for my return. It took a few minutes (and fighting the afternoon crowd coming up from the metro), but eventually, I made it back to Chenille.

It was decided that now would be a fun time to visit the Plaza and perhaps partake of some Afternoon Tea. A short ride later, we arrived a couple blocks away from our destination...just in time for a light shower.

Wet and very hungry, we arrived at the Plaza Hotel in all its grandiose splendour in time to take Afternoon Tea. Our waiter agreed to let us split the sandwiches and hors d'oeuvres but also each have our own pot of tea (mainly because we could not agree on a tea to split). It was delicious! I drank the entire pot, and we polished off the food. The live music was entertaining, and we spent a good two-ish hours conversing over tea.

After tea, we did the next most classic NYC thing...shopped Fifth Avenue! More window-shopping than anything else...though we did both purchase some shirts at Banana Republic.

By the time we were finished at BR on 5th Ave, it was time to head back to the hotel to change for our Broadway experience. We had, by a unanimous vote, determined to go to the new production of Rodger's and Hammerstein's Cinderella performed in the Broadway Theatre on Broadway.

It was amazing! Loved the music. Loved the play. Loved the whole experience (except for the girl one seat down from me throwing up at intermission...but even that turned out for good, and we were able to get different seats that provided a better and more comfortable view).

After the lengthy production, we headed to Times' Square and the closest Starbucks. The police officer in front of us in line was very chatty, but after we purchased our drinks, we headed to the middle of the Square.

By the time we were back at the hotel and ready for bed, it was close to midnight...and fearing the tolling of the bell and changing back into normalcy, we hit the beds and were out like lamps (our heads full of singing princes and fairy godmothers).

Ok...probably just mine since I can't speak for Chenille! But still, it was a blast of a trip!

The next morning found us wearily packing our belongings, catching the metro and train back to JFK, and boarding the plane for our flight home.

No happy seat-mates on this flight! As we landed in Charlotte, a little tiff broke out between two women sitting across the aisle (which continued partway through the terminal once we had landed!). Very interesting...and who even knows what it was about.

All in all, a fantastic (and short) trip!