Here I am about to go to the airport. My “luggage” is over my shoulder and looks exactly like a purse. Because it is a purse.
We landed at 12:30pm and took a cab from the airport to Battery Park. We took the ferry to two islands–Liberty Island and Ellis Island. My maternal grandparents, as single teens and without knowing anyone, left Sweden and emigrated to America in the early part of the 20th century. They met and married in New York long, long ago. I’ve wanted to visit Ellis Island and stand where they stood when their American Adventure began. It was a very moving experience for me and I am so thankful that I finally got the chance to go!
After the ferry deposited us back at Battery Park, Only Girl and I walked to the Freedom Towers and took a picture. That was also a very moving experience.
We kept walking north, up Broadway, until we got to Soho and our hotel. Can you imagine us doing any of this with rolling luggage trailing along behind us? That’s why we did the purse as luggage thing. There was no other option.
The next morning at 8 (yawn) we met my agent for breakfast at a picturesque French restaurant in Greenwich Village that was about 15 feet wide and loaded with atmosphere. The food was AMAZING. I had some sort of crepe; that’s all I remember. If you’re a regular to this blog you know how disinterested I am in food as a rule. It was really good food, that’s all I remember. My agent walked us through Greenwich Village to the Penguin Building (it takes up an entire block!) and then it was up the elevator to my editor’s office. I had my make-up done and they shot a video, which was pure fun for me (not sure what they’d have to say about it), then Only Girl and I walked back to our hotel to check out (and I washed my heavy professional make-up off and put on my normal everyday make-up) and repack our purses, then we walked back to Penguin for lunch with a ton of people who were very excited about SORORITY SISTERS and seemed very happy to meet me, and I talked more than I ate (bad, bad planning on my part) and then, after all that fun, Penguin arranged for a car to take us to the airport at 2pm. Did I feel like a star?
I felt like a star.
But whirlwind? Yes, it was.
Fun every single minute? Yes, it was.
So, in far less than 48 hours, I saw Battery Park, the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Broadway, the Freedom Memorial, Soho, Greenwich Village and the Penguin Building. I ate at two fabulous restaurants, I got to ride on a boat in NY Harbor, and I only had to pay for cab fare once.
Would I do it again?
In a New York minute.
What’s the shortest vacation you’ve ever taken? How short is too short? How long is too long to live out of a suitcase?