Boston to New York
21.06.2013 25 °C
Goodbye Boston and before we knew it, we were at Newport, Rhode Island. What a stunning place. These are the holiday "shacks" of the rich. As luck would have it, or rather "bad luck", I was sitting on the wrong side of the bus for some of the most fabulous homes I have ever seen, however, here is a taste of some of them. Apologies for the quality of some of the shots. Very difficult to take photos from a moving bus through glass!
Jackie Kennedy grew up here and this is a photo of the church where she married JFK. Again, I apologise for the quality of the photos.
Left Rhode Island and stopped for lunch in Connecticut. Not a lot of choices; Wendy's, MacDonalds or a supermarket. However, we have discovered that these supermarkets have great deli sections where you can buy a heap of stuff and even though they have ready made rolls and salads, they are always happy to make a sandwich for you. I asked for a ham, cheese and tomato, 6inch roll, with only a couple of slices of ham and the guy looked at me like I was crazy. Usually their sandwiches have about two inches of meat piled into them. Then his supervisor came along and told him to put more meat on it and he said, she doesn't want it, so for once I could have a normal sized sandwich. We are so over the food thing!
A photo of Phil and me with Ben, our fantastic travel director.
Our trip is almost an end. We are approaching the outskirts of New York. Here are some high rise apartments Brooklyn.
We arrived at JFK airport dropped off some people and then the rest of us continued on to the Marriott Hotel in the city where our tour had started two weeks ago. We were all getting pretty sad by now. What chaos! All the bags were offloaded onto the footpath, then we were all trying to kiss each other goodbye while the New Yorkers were trying to make their way along the footpath. We hopped into a taxi who took us to our new hotel in Soho, the Azure Hotel, right next door to the Holiday Inn where our tour to Miami leaves from on Saturday.
We are now in Chinatown and Little Italy which is a far cry from the Helmsley Park Hotel overlooking Central Park! The foyer of the hotel should have been enough warning that perhaps we had come a little downmarket! We can hardly fit in the room, in fact our bedroom and ensuite at home are twice as big as this, and we just live in a normal house! Anyway we feel like we are experiencing the real world. At least wifi is free in our room which is just as well as there are no seats in the foyer! There is no breakfast either, but we can go to the Holiday Inn for breakfast, so that's what we'll do if we survive the night! The sirens just never stop in this part of the world.
We went for a walk and found a street of Italian restaurants and chose La Nonnas where we sat outside on the footpath and had a lovely pizza and I had a sangria. It didn't take much to imagine that we were back in the 1920s in Little Italy, New York. It was totally atmospheric, and the evening was warm and the restaurant hawkers yelling out in Italian totally set the scene. Though our Italian waiters turned out to be Albanians!
Into bed and feeling sad at leaving our great travelling companions from the last two weeks.