Day 1 - Bus to the Theatre District, around the corner from the Late Show in the Ameritania. Test out those walking shoes and head to Time Square. Next, Dizzy's Jazz club and the Stanley Cowell Quartet. Back to Time square, and sleep!
Day 2- Starbucks across the street! Double-decker bus tour, Lunch on the Peir and onto the Harbor tour, Statue of Liberty, dumped out for shopping, ACK! back to the hotel to get ready for: the Metropolitan Opera, Beethoven's Fidelio! Subways, room checks, me my feet hurt, sleep,
Day 3 - Go , start Starbucks again, Radio City Music Hall, lunch at the Stardust diner, subway to the 9/11 Memorial (not enough time!), boom! back to time square, shopping, dinner, the Phantom of the Opera at the Majestic Theater on Broadway, quick trip to the top of the Rock, 10 miles at least walking today and I'm told it was the least of the 3 - I slept like a rock.
Day 4 - Bring it on home. Check out, off to MOMA, over the river and through Central Park, (but darn it, Balto was just a pathway away, but we were in express mode - no stops) The last group check, and home, blessed home! So happy to be home. "I can't wait to stop having to adult."
The official first photo, and selfie bomb by Tavin!
H Group - PEACE! Shainob, Jaylin, Kaylie, Mia Caitlin, Cindy and Tavin
The whole group in Time Square - the first Night
The whole group at Dizzy's Jazz Club, before the Stanley Cowell Quartet show.
Stanley hiimself playing a rusty old music box harp.
They were good. (Even I liked it 😏).
Harbor tour panoramic
Caitlin and camera
Lady Liberty
Radio City Music Hall
9/11 Memorial and Museum
One of t the 9/11 reflecting pools
The Phantom!
The view out of our window - Ooh, look, there's a Starbucks!
The whole group in front of MOMA
Orchestra kids and Mr. Geare
Roman's doing selfies too? Apparently.
Caitlin teaches me how to "hold the phone"
Caitlin and Mia - Their feet hurt (it's day 4!)
Waiting to go home. MAO! (I can't tell you the rules.)
And the WELCOME HOME COMMITTEE!! - that's a wrap.
Cali looks happy to see us, but that's definitely a "where the hell have you been?" look on Zorro's face.