Yes ... there was laughing (here we are at the Ginger Man, our friend Scott's regular Manhattan hangout) ...
... and museuming --
-- here we are with Gil at the Met, where she deciphered Egyptian hieroglyphs for us,
and debated the danger of dead scarabs with Chance. Also, we looked for Monet, but the section was closed. We did see Henry VIII's battle armor, however. I am sorry I forgot to take a picture.
We tried out the chocolate at Max Brenner's -- a 'Chocolati'-ish cafe, for you Seattlites. It was tasty as only a $4 cup of hot chocolate can be. (Chance is never one to pass up an opportunity to tease a sister, which he is avidly doing in this picture.)
As I've mentioned before, in New York you get some really quality buskers. Here is the Brooklyn-based band La Strada performing in the G train station. The acoustics there are absolutely perfect for folksy, haunting emo. Love it!
I forgot to mention that my back freaked out the day that Gil arrived, and by three days into her visit I basically couldn't move. I went to the doctor on Friday and got a shot of anti-inflammatory stuck directly into the problem area, and it's better now. Never thought I would beg the doctor for a shot!
To help me limber up, on Saturday Gil and I went for a walk in Central Park, where we enjoyed the ubiquitous New York street pretzel. Mmmmm. Soggy on the outside, dry on the inside, and covered in too much salt. Just what the doctor ordered!
Central Park really is magnificent.
So magnificent that Chance and I had to go for a walk there today too. The weather has gotten to be just perfect - in the 60's, sunny and a bit breezy ... ahhh, fall. It was a perfect day to pretend one is being rolled over by rocks --
-- or having to push them up hills.
Or climbing on them.
So lovely! In all, not a bad week. My back is much better, but our house is much emptier without Gillia's lively presence. We miss you, Gil! Come back to New York!
