I have never been to New York City. When most people hear this from me, living in North America and traveling frequently, they look at me as if I have forgotten to put on clothes that morning.
With heads cocked like quizzical puppies, “You’ve really never been to New York?”
As if this is something one might forget like what was on a grocery list last week. Oh yes the Statue of Liberty, now that you mention it I remember seeing that.
Today I jump on a plane bound for the ‘Big Apple’ with a very special travel partner, my baby girl Robyn, who will be married this fall. Apparently no longer my baby.
Our getaway tradition started in her teens out of desperation when she had practically driven me mad with her hormonal antics.Those trips were more like ‘takeaways’ where I could have her all to myself for a few days away from the drama of teenage mayhem.
Now a confident, kind and amazing young woman she is a pleasure to be with. We have great fun reminiscing about those days of long ago. A favorite story of hers to tell is me chasing a rather ‘special’ boyfriend down our street shouting horrific words not fit for publishing. True story. I have never lived it down.
So this getaway is five glorious days in New York City. It’s hard to imagine where those past decades have flown to. All I know is I am one lucky Mama to have this fabulous woman as my daughter.
Any suggestions for what the girls should do in New York?
Photo credit #1 Wikimedia Commons – National Parks Service