Back in the Big Apple

The drive back from Cape Cod was fine, I got arrogant and chose the coastal road this time, rather than sticking to Google Maps prescribed route which may be a touch quicker, but about as exciting as say, reading… I have stated my new stance on reading I'm sure.?

Well i'm telling you anyway.

I have decided reading a book is an utter waste of time as the world just passes you by as your nose is stuck in between printed paper. So the nine books (eight unread) I bought at a library sale (totaling about $4) somewhere in the California desert will have to waste somebody else's time rather than collect dust on the back seat of our Honda Accord.

This brings me to the next part of my day. We had to drop off our rental car, apart from being a major chore as it had to go all the way to JFK airport; it was a pretty sad moment as it was the first bit of finality of our trip and the last road trip we would take of our world tour. We had a bit of a moment with our car on the way to the airport and bode it farewell.

When I checked it in at the Hertz counter they tried, but couldn't just scan my rental agreement and wish me a good evening, they had to go in a and manually enter my details as the system would not accept the fact I had driven 8500 miles in just under sixty days. It made me realize what an epic journey we had just completed, and the emotions came yet again.

Well our last week in New York was reserved for shopping and maybe a visit to a museum or two. Fortunately for us Michael was on spring break and we had a driver when Flavio was unable to lend us his car. Celia finally got her ‘tan colored full length ‘ UGG boots which we had been searching for, umm... approximately a month now, no shops having the tan in her size. She was pretty thrilled when Michael and I got back from Palisades mall and wore them around the house the whole evening deciding then that actually she would prefer the chocolate colored ones in a smaller size. Can anyone else feel my pain?