New York City Spring Break

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The city was getting further away, and from out here, the big scary city doesn't look that scary anymore. In fact, it kinda looks cute. Don't tell the big bad New Yorkers that though, as I'll most likely get beaten up the next time that I walk through the subway.

We left the city behind and started our quest towards the island where little boys misbehave, break things, stay out late, and eventually turn into donkeys. Oh wait, that's Pleasure Island from Pinocchio. This island represents all of the things that our country stands for, which I'm pretty sure isn't misbehaving, breaking things, staying out late and turning into donkeys. I'm talking about freedom, independence, justice, and all of that other nonsense written by a bunch of old guys 330 years ago on the Declaration of Independence.  

The day couldn't have been any nicer. For March, it was seasonably warm. It was still pants and jackets weather, but never was it uncomfortable cold. Everyone was excited to be there, as being here is just one of those things that American citizens are contractually obliged to do when they are born or gain their U.S. citizenship. Luckily for them, Lady Liberty is the embodiment of a hard working American and is available 364 days a year (she spends the Christmas holiday with her pal the Jolly Green Giant.)  

Sometimes I hate being one of those stereotypical tourists who spend the afternoon with the camera attached to their eye. I always wonder, who wants to look at all of these pictures that I take? Apparently someone out there is looking at them because I get visitors daily.

From here, the only building that I could recognize was the Empire State building, and seconds after I took its picture, it transformed into a giant walking robot and swam across the river to Jersey. Apparently it was getting tired of being recognized and decided that a change of scenery would be the best option. Turns out that Jersey wasn't the best fit, so it walked back over to its original spot and sulked.

Jenny takes a minute to check things out and properly orient herself for future New York City travels to and within the city. Once we got back to the mainland, I was counting on Jenny to be my navigator as we pilot this expedition. Thankfully, I was working as Jenny's understudy in case a circumstance would arise where she would be unable to perform her navigational duties.