Saturday, 23 February 2019

New York Diaries: Day 6

At last, the dreaded day arrived: our final few hours in New York. We packed, checked out of the apartment at 10:30am, and struggled across the city with our suitcases to put them in luggage storage for the day so we could fully enjoy ourselves.

Our first stop of the day was New York Public Library. You know me - how could I not go in a beautiful library given the chance?

I also really wanted to see the Fearless Girl statue near Wall Street, which wasn't too difficult considering there was a thick crowd around The Bull statue, and no one at the Girl. #Patriarchy (I'm joking.) (Kind of.)

Excuse my travel outfit...

As you can probably tell, we'd pretty much completed our rough itinerary the day before, so our final day was spent doing the little things. Nearby was the New York Transit Museum, aka Alex's idea of heaven, so we went there - and on the way, unintentionally walked through the filming of Bull. Yeah, I didn't know what that was either; apparently it's an American TV series with Steven Spielberg as a producer? They were filming outside Brooklyn Law School, and we walked through their catering tent, past their trailers, lighting and sound equipment, important looking people with clipboards... it was cool.

Anyway, the New York Transit Museum is in an unused subway station, and despite not really being my kind of thing it was a good way to kill a bit of time.

After that, we went to Times Square - yes, again - to Olive Garden. Look, Olive Garden is one of those restaurants British kids hear about in books and movies and it just seems so quintessentially American that I had to go, okay? Don't judge me. Actually, I wouldn't care if you did judge me. The breadsticks were WORTH IT. *drools*

And then we got stuck. We'd done literally everything we wanted to do, but we still had three or four hours to kill before we had to leave for the airport. So, we spontaneously decided to go to Madame Tussauds - I've never even been to our UK one, but I've always wanted to, so I was excited. It was fun but slightly creepy - I kept jumping occasionally, thinking someone was next to me, only to realise it was a waxwork...

And then sadly we had to say goodbye to New York and make our way to JFK. Luckily, our flight home was so much nicer than our flight there. This time, it was what we'd actually paid for - a Norwegian flight rather than Wamos - and it was So Smooth. Guys, I actively watched us take off and didn't freak out. I even slept some of the way. It was amazing! Who'd have thought it?

Getting home at 3pm UK time, I set my alarm to go off an hour later and decided to have a little nap. Reader, I woke up and it was pitch black. It was SEVEN AT NIGHT.


All in all, it was a fantastic trip and one I will never forget. I truly fell in love with the place and I cannot wait to return one day. I'm also wondering where I should go next (when I'm, um, less poor) now I've conquered my fear of flying. Any suggestions, let me know!

Have you been to New York? What did I miss?

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