Day 152

Somewhere between San Francisco and New York. Somewhere between night and day. Some where between conscious and unconscious.

Got to NY at 7ish am. If I was an asshole today, that is why. I'm too old for this. I hated life for the 45 minute cab ride from JFK but walked into our hotel and all was well again. 

I'm obsessed with this place! Coolest hotel I've ever stayed at EVER. From the walls covered with art to the burnt-out rocker hotel clerks, to its storied past, to the shampoo and conditioner. 

Zombies or not, we walked around NYC for about 9 hours. The Italian was in heaven. Every other word out of his mouth was "mamma mia!" or "che fantastico!".  And from my mouth, "Uhh can we paaleease leave time square now?".

Took a ferry to the Statue of Liberty.

Went to the Empire State Building. 

Ate street hot dogs. Got a seizure in Times Square. 

Somehow made it back to our hotel with our limbs hanging on by a thread.

Only a couple more days left, then back to reality. Kinda :)