Today was my last day in New York City, which made me sad. New York and I have had a little bit of a love affair you see. The kind of love affair that makes you want to climb a tall building (of which New York has many) and scream “I LOVE NEW YORK” at the top of your lungs.
So my last day was pretty low key. I had to check out of my hotel at midday, and after not getting to sleep until after 4am, I didn’t have any major sightseeing planned.
I got up and walked down the street to get some breakfast, and was the standout tourist in my shorts, tshirt and thongs on a pretty cold morning where other people we wearing jackets and scarves. It wasn’t like I don’t feel the cold, I was just deceived by the blue sky, so ran down and back to the Food Emporium as quickly as possible.
I packed up my room, checked out, and then headed on my own little walking tour through New York to just walk the streets. I walked up and down, round and round. I went to Grand Central Terminal to have a little look, found the new Pop Tarts store by chance, the American Greetings store (Taylor Swift greeting cards!!!!) and did one last lap of Broadway!
I talked to Jen yesterday and she told me that we are going to New York City for Thanksgiving, which excited me, and made the sting of leaving NYC a lot less.
In my travels through the day I went to Port Authority to pick up my bus ticket and sort out where the gate was. The lady got me on an earlier bus (5:30 instead of 6:15) so I didn’t have to switch buses enroute, and then I had to go back to the hotel to get my luggage and then go back to Port Authority.
When I was trying to hail a cab (which was kinda impossible since it was 4pm, which is apparently the time all the cab drivers clock off so they are all heading back to wherever they go to swap with the next guy) and I got talking to this older guy who was also trying to get a cab. He was going to Grand Central so offered to share with me since it was on the way to where I was going. When we finally got a cab and got to Grand Central, he passed me a $20 bill. I went to give him some money back (since the cab fare was only like $6 at that point) and he said “Don’t worry about it, welcome to America?” It was really nice of him, and the end cab fare was only like $11, so it ended up paying for most of my cab fare back to Port Authority as well!
The bus ride to CT was long (5 hours) but I slept through a lot of it… A kinda creepy guy sat across the aisle from me and then asked me if it was true that Australia still had a 1:20 male to female ratio (which interestingly someone asked me in reverse the other day!) and told me he was planning on moving to Australia for that very reason. I told him, no, it’s not, and then he said that he might as well stay in the US. My work here is done – saving Australia from one creepy fat guy with a receeding hairline at a time. He asked if I was going to Foxwoods (the Casino where Kathleen works) for the poker tournament, and then offered to teach me how to play poker. I polietly declined and prayed that the bus would go super fast. LoL.
Kathleen met me when I got to Foxwoods, and then we drove from there to Groton where she lives, which took about 20 minutes. The normal grocery store was closed (since it was after 11pm) so we went to Walmart (ahhhhhhh!) since apparently they have food as well. We bought a bunch of food, but most of the time was just spent with me laughing and gawking and taking photos of strange foods (frozen egg in cartons, wieners, strange cereal in HUGE bags with marshmallows in it, boxes of 24 poptarts.. you know, the usual).
The excitement has really begun now. 4 days until we embark on our epic roadtrip!