Travel recap From the Big Apple to Small Potatoes
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OMG! That price CAN’T be real! That purse has been on my wish list for a long time! It’s on clearance AND a special sale? Sign me up! I do need a wallet to go with. How about…YES…a double sale on that too! This is the best shopping trip I’ve ever been on! Why did I wait so long to visit New York? Better make up for lost time. The sales clerk said there are designer dresses on the next floor and shoes on the one above that! Could this day get any bett…BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…BEEP! What the? Oh. The alarm clock. Darn, darn, darn. It WAS too good to be true. Well some of it was real. I was in New York and I had been doing a fair amount of shopping. But it seems that dream of a sale was just that. Oh well. Time to get up. This was our last morning in Manhattan. Soon we would be checking out, paying off the parking garage and starting the drive back to our home in Michigan. First things first, we had one more big city breakfast to find. Siri and Yelp took care of that chore as we settled in at a nearby restaurant for crab cake benedict and cappuccino. This kept our streak of delicious dining in NYC going strong and filled us up for the long drive of the day. Back to the room, finish packing and check out. A short walk to the garage and then we waited while the attendant went who knows how many floors down to get our car onto the giant elevator that would bring it back to street level. He drove over and handed us the keys. We stowed our bags in the trunk, set our GPS and pulled out into the Friday morning traffic. Our long term goal was to get about half way home which was somewhere in Pennsylvania. Our short term goal was to survive a few more blocks of NYC driving until we once again entered the Holland Tunnel to leave the city. Everything was going well. The weather had continued to be perfect and traffic wasn’t too crazy. We saw the signs for the tunnel and were feeling pretty good about having driven in Manhattan and living to tell about it. Yup.
Only a couple more minutes now and we’d be out safe and soun…BANG!…WHAT THE?!?!?…Yellow…VROOOMMM…SCREECH! HEY! That taxi just hit us! And he’s taking off! What just happened? We could see an unmistakable yellow car speeding off into the distance and his right side mirror was folded in. That’s what hit us. His mirror had actually hit our left side mirror. On the newer cars those mirrors fold but only backwards. So the taxi mirror moved but ours didn’t. Great. That probably means ours is broken to bits. My husband pulled it backwards to take a look at the damage. Nothing. That can’t be right. He felt around for the crack. Nope. No damage at all. Whew! That taxi must have just barely touched us. And the big noise was from his car. We won! And now here we were heading into the tunnel to leave New York. From all the horror stories we’d heard about driving in the Big Apple, if that little tap was the worst thing that happened we would be pretty happy. Through the tunnel and before we knew it, we were watching the Manhattan skyline get smaller and smaller in our rearview mirror. We looked at each other and laughed with relief. It seemed like we had survived driving in New York. The rest of the day would be spent mostly on turnpikes and freeways. We had about a six hour drive ahead and settled in. Which means I napped as my driver…uh, photographer…er, husband took the wheel. New Jersey soon gave way to Pennsylvania as we continued west towards home.
After the hustle and excitement of the big city we thought a little down time would be a nice way to finish our trip; so my husband found a Bed & Breakfast inn in the very tiny town of Everett, PA. It was actually in an old hotel but had been all renovated in recent years. When we pulled in after our drive we were very pleased by what we saw. The building looked pretty good from the outside but it was once we went to check in that it really shined. There was beautiful woodwork and marble everywhere. An ornate bar with huge fireplace and barber chairs greeted you right as you walked in and a restaurant was across from that. We checked in and rode the slow noisy elevator to the 3rd floor to check out our room. Not bad at all. After our super tiny Times Square room this one looked huge in comparison. We unloaded the car and freshened up. We were tired and stiff from the ride so decided to go explore the town before dinner. Well, that didn’t take long! It turns out the Everett was only a few blocks long and a good portion of the buildings on the main street were boarded up and out of business. It seemed that the Union Hotel was about the nicest building in town. I should probably do a bit of research into this place. Let’s see. Built in 1802. OK. Changed to a Tavern & Hotel in 1861 and they put a jail in the basement. Interesting. Occupied by Union troops during the Civil War. Seems reasonable. Huh. Seems the town used to be called Bloody Run back then. Nice name…NOT! Finally called the Union Hotel in 1864. Ah, the town changed its name to Everett in 1873. I can certainly understand that. OK, tavern changed name, sold, sold again, haunted, sold again, remodeled. Well, there you g…wait…what? Haunted? HAUNTED?!? Oh, it seems my husband missed that little piece of information when he booked our room. Wifi? Check. King size bed? Check. Breakfast included? Check. Ghosts on the room service menu? Maybe! We Chinese are generally pretty superstitious about this sort of thing. I was NOT happy. And my dear travel agent/husband had decided to reserve two nights so we could really relax. Uh huh. We’ll see how THAT goes! And so will you, when you come back for more!
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