Last year we took a trip to California from Lancaster, Pennsylvania and back on Amtrak. I wrote a few blogs about it, but left off the last stretch of the trip that was not quite what we expected from Amtrak. I ended up writing a letter to Amtrak with our concerns and received their answer in the form of a voucher to be used within a year.
Well, the year expires next week and we decided we’d better do something fast! The voucher just about completed the round trip fare for the two of us to NYC, so we decided on that for the day . . . and the day was August 2, Saturday . . . the hottest possible day we could choose!. But it was worth it!
The first thing I took a picture of was a wonderful old cemetery (of course) right across from the World Trade Center site. It looks cool and serene, but really wasn’t. It was HOT!
St. Paul’s was only 14 years old when Rachel Colvin was buried, according to the sign on their fence. (I would have taken a picture of the building, but it was all under scaffolding when we were there, and the beauty of the structure cold not be seen.
Leaving St. Paul’s and heading down the street, we found a cool little park, with food trucks on one side, benches under trees, entertainment in one corner and a neat New York Experience. We opted for the Chicken Tamales for lunch. Best we’ve ever had, masa, chicken cooked with red chiles. Period! Spicy and wonderful.
Trivia for the day. Why Wall Street is named, well, Wall Street!
Could the little redhead get her skirt any shorter?? . . . and, yes it was a skirt!
As we walked around the back of it, we saw two of the sweetest, most gorgeous young ladies we’ve ever seen posing and taking pictures of each other. So we volunteered to take pictures of them together, which they excitedly accepted! We got some beautiful pictures of them for their memories.
About that time, another couple came up and asked me if I’d take their picture for them, and of course, I agreed. I took their picture and started to walk off, when the thought occured to me, why had I not asked somebody to take our picture??? Duh! so I asked one of the girls and she took several for us. This one is our favorite! Red face and all . . . .(somebody should have worn the hat she brought along for the day!!)
The street was alive with activity, as there was a Street Faire going on ~ not just one block closed, but at least 3 full blocks closed. You could buy, food, fruit, clothing, Cell Phone accessories, art, you name, you could buy it. This was an important event. They wouldn’t even let a cement mixer with his load of cement down, until they closed for the day. We talked to him when we came out of Starbucks, and Jim commented that he was leaning in the same position when we had walked down to the Pier. He told us they would tell him when he could deliver his load and he’d been there since 8AM! This was about 1PM.
At the last corner of the Street Faire, as we started to walk up Fulton Street, these neat little tables were occupied by couples, by families and by friends. What a neat concept.
. . . and this art was on the wall behind them.
As we walked up the street, I noticed this and of course, had to stop to read it. What jumped out at me is the fact that had it not been for this spot, Jim and I would probably have never met, since we met at work . . . Southern California Edison Company. We had to pay homage to this spot.
Now when I spied this Lexus, I wondered why on earth would somebody do this to a Lexus? Is it in some kind of destruction derby? Is it his way of getting into his garage? Why? This thing is securely bolted to the under carrriage of his car, too!
. . . and then I walked further and saw he had the same thing bolted on the back as well! Why not on the sides?? Is this guy paranoid? Why put out the money for a Lexus and then bolt stuff onto it? Why even drive it in the city if you’re that paranoid??
By that time we’d reached the Subway and headed back to Penn Station.
Question: How many people can you fit into a subway car?
Answer: At least two more.
I thought I was suffocating with one guy yelling in my ear to his friends who were shoved into me. We almost missed our stop and had to push and yell to get off and then we irritated people who were trying to shove their way on ~ with a double baby stroller no less! Ah! New York City! Got to love it. I’d go every time I got a chance, if I could!
Amtrak boarded us 20 minutes early due to Jim’s infirmity and we had the whole train to ourselves. The Red Cap seated us, Praise God, in the Quiet Car, right in the front where Jim had leg room.
. . . and so ended the perfect New York Experience. Absolutely exhausting, but ready to go again. I’d like to start planning for the next one.