Well, it was a hurry up, crowd all you can into a little moe than 60 hours weekend. New York is like that. Excepting Sunday morning, its pace, at least in Manhattan, is a race to the finish. Like the Kentucky Derby, it surprises you who makes it around the track.
Despite Sunday morning detours, created by a major bicycle marathon, we were able in a little under 2 hours to make it to the airport and finally be on our way back to the terra firma of Arizona. Its crazy here, but nothing quite like the big Apple.
Filled with as many opportunites for gourmet dining, a huge, Hollywood style wedding in Central Park, a ride to the "top of the Rock" at Rockefeller Center, complete with fog and mist, but charming nonetheless, with the joke of the weekend being when one of our number sent out a spectacular photo, of one of the classic buildings of New York, identifying it as The Empire State Building, only to discover it was the Chrysler Building. It was a pack it in, save time for rest until you are back home kind of trip. It is what New York always is, enchanting, mesmerizing, intriguing and just plain exciting.
Hope your weekend was quite so good and our reunion here one in which we can share more anecdotes about surrendering oneself to the ecstatic and esoteric once in a while.
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