Someone hopped on a plane with me for the first time a Friday night or two ago.
It was their very first American visit.
There may have been a little excitement, but you would never know it to look at him.
The chilly midnight rain that welcomed us both to New Jersey and New York was no match - Times Square was immediately visited, photographed, and conquered. Even closed subway lines, late night detours, forgotten memory cards (sorry for so many grainy photos) and the final mad key hunt at the top of our sixth floor walk up couldn’t get someone's spirits down.
It was all worth it in the end, we woke up to a pretty view of the Williamsburg Bridge and a fire escape cigarette.
Over the following two days we crossed over bridges ...
... wandered all over the city .....
... and devoured amazing things.
Every night ended with a stumble home through Brooklyn followed by too many stairs ...
... but there was never too much cussing because after the climb there was always this to see...
The two days flew by far too quickly.
