08/06/2013 - 08/06/2013 84 °F
Breakfast in the hotel was the kickoff. We then walked 100 feet to Times Square.
Wow, the lights and the business men and women alike. Chris recognized that everyone dresses up in NYC. We made it down to the Subway and put too much money in the machine (as we figured out later). We rode down to Ground Zero, now with Tower 3.
We arrived at 9, and it didn't open until 10, so we walked around the block in an elevated sidewalk through many buildings, ending in a palm tree sun room.[*] Made it back to the 911 Memorial at 9:45 and were happy to see that we had purchased tickets early. The Memorial was exactly what Chris and I had come to see. The hardest part was telling the story to my baby boys, whom I hope never know that tragedy.
I had to explain why it was so sad for me even though I didn't know any of the names on the sides. When Chris joined in the tears, we knew it was time to head to the Staten Island Ferry. It was a just a little walk, and then a LARGE crowd.
I could imagine it being something like that to exit at the Statue of Liberty.
We opted for the free ferry ride to Staten Island past the statue and back to get a great cityscape shot.
I picked a tavern near Wall Street to get lunch.
The meals were huge, but my chicken and bell pepper panini was yummy. The beer just what the afternoon deserved. We jetted up the sidewalk to another metro, Train 2, and ended up back at Times Square. On the way to Toys R Us, I couldn't help myself and bought two of the boys Crazy Nike's. Toys R Us had a ferris wheel inside.
It was a sight to see, but the toys purchased were a rip-off. Just ask Henry for the story. Arms loaded we headed back to the hotel for a 20 minute respit (yep, a little off schedule). Rockefeller Center, memories of Chris' childhood ice skating, and a plethera of flags
was next before the infamous stroll down 5th Avenue just for Mama. It did end at FAO, so the sweet tooth in us all could be satisfied.
Of course, we loaded up on the $8/lb candy before the hot dog stand in Central Park. Yep, Central Park, how cool is that. The boys climbed rocks,
we used the dirtiest restroom in the city, and then we headed all the back this time down Broadway Street. Can't wait to visit the City again with someone interested in seeing a show.