We flew into La Guardia last night in a small airplane…what my grandma used to call a puddle jumper. It’d been 25 years since I’d flown. My stomach wouldn’t mind if it was another 25 years. The view from the plane was beautiful. I was a little disappointed, though, because I was hoping to see the New York lights when we flew in but there was too much cloud cover. The cab ride from the airport to our hotel was an interesting one. Our cab driver didn’t say a word the whole way and I wasn’t about to strike up a conversation. As fast as he was driving, I figured he needed to concentrate. Besides, the news was on the TV. Yes, TV. I don’t travel much and I’ve never visited NYC before so I had no clue that the taxis had a TV and a credit card machine in the back seat.
We’re staying at The New Yorker on 8th Avenue. It’s within walking distance of a lot of things. More about that tomorrow. Here’s Tommy checking out the view from our room.
Another view from our room: