After our time in Detroit, I flew to New York to visit my friend Karen [Mike flew back home to work].
This was only my second time visiting New York City. I'm pretty thoroughly a western girl, such that when I lived in Boston, I never saw the real draw of New York.
I was wrong. I have erred.
I don't know about living in the city
alwaysandforever [since New York city has everything but jagged peaks], but I really enjoyed it for a week - even if it was, possibly, the hottest week on record all summer.
I went to Central Park. I loved it.




And I sort of wanted to rent a toy boat, but since my last foray into sailing [in college] involved me voluntarily jumping off the boat, I kept far from even the toy boats this time. Also, I didn't want to embarrass Jenny and Karen with my penchant for tourist-y activities [oooh, oooh, can we go to the top of the Empire State building next?]
I saw Times Square at night. To be fair, that's one of the things I'd actually done on my last trip, so this time I knew enough to be embarrassed to be there with a camera. So I just gave in:

Since it seems that half the world lives in New York, I had a few people to visit. I spent time with
Jenny, the
B-hatch, and
Professor Lemieux. I also had some super-nice chill time with Karen and her dog, Daisy.



And I ate well: pizza, gnocchi, yummy Mexican frozen popsicles, Mexican food, bagels, etc. [Note to self: time to think about
ye olde half-marathon again].
New York: I get it.