The weekend after we returned
from Asheville, we had even more plans. Our good friends, Natalie and Travis,
were to pick us up at 5:30am on Saturday morning. We didn’t know where we were
going, but only that we needed an overnight bag.
That Saturday morning we
found ourselves at Raleigh-Durham International Airport to pick up a “rental
car”. However, there was no rental car. I found myself trying to pick my jaw up
from the parking garage floor as I was handed a boarding pass to New York City.
I was still dumbfounded as I
ate an everything bagel, with a half-inch of cream cheese, in Rockefeller
Center. Liz and I had never been to NYC. Separately or together. Yet, we found
ourselves taking a food tour with the most perfect tour guides. A whirlwind
viewing and food tasting tour of everything from Greenwich Village to Midtown
Manhattan to Central Park. All in approximately 30 hours. The most pleasant
surprise of a weekend for sure.
