Day 3: Our final day in New York and we are determined to get in as much as is humanly possible. We shower and scarf down breakfast at roughly the speed of light, re pack, check our bags at the front desk and twirl out through the revolving door into a blustery day. We wade through the marathoners and make our way to MOMA (the Museum of Modern Art) where we spent hours marveling at priceless, not to mention infamous paintings such as Vincent Van go's "Starry night", Claude Monet's "Green reflection", and countless works by Pierre Renoir, Henri Matisse, Pablo Picasso, and so many more. There's just something about being so near another person's product of inspiration. I was close enough to do the unthinkable...I could have reached out and touched it.
We spent all day walking and talking, laughing and eating honest to god new york pizza. We went to the Guggenheim and I formed a powerful fantasy about roller skating from top to floor of that glorious structure.
By 3:00 p.m. My feet are KILLING me. My cute/comfortable flats turned out not to be as dual functional as I first imagined. Our flight back to Nashville is in less than two hours so we're burning up the sidewalk/limping towards the first available cab. We unwittingly crawl into the nicest driver in the city's taxi and an hour later we're still sitting at a green light letting other people out. It was one of those rides that make you want to put a fork in THEIR temple, rather than your own. We make it to the airport with a miraculous 25 minutes to spare. We check our bags at the curb and chow down on one of the worst meals we've ever had.......at an airport chili's.......but things like this don't phase us. We are unflappable. We board our flight with 10 minutes to spare and begin our short, painless journey home.
Though we saw a great deal in 3 days time, we still didn't see EVERYTHING. I'm ashamed to say that we never made it to Chinatown or the statue of Liberty (I know, I know!). I, however, see these facts merely as insurance. We're going back VERY soon. We have places to go, people to see, etc.
The next time I write, it will be as a "seasoned new yorker" with the scoop, the juice, the 411. Mark my words...........I'll be back, NYC!

Fabulous :) I feel like I know you better already!
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