The bad news is that Mr. L and I woke up, upon our return, with very bad colds. We think it was inevitable, due to the crowds, airports, and overabundance of germs.
Here were a few observations.
It isn’t polite to stare, but Korean Air flight attendants made me want to. They are stunning! Our hotel in Times Square was full of them.
In Hilo, we don’t honk. In New York, our cabbie explained that people think you are stupid if you don’t.
Shoes hurt. It is nice to be back in slippahs.
If you enjoy a glass of wine, such as we do, obtaining it is a complicated business. I had forgotten this, from the last time we were there. Beer is readily available, but wine (and other spirits) must be purchased at freestanding shops (unless you are in a restaurant). You can buy 6% alcohol wines in supermarkets, but as a California native I rebelled at the thought. Fortunately, we found some new beers to try and that was fun.
I finally rode the subway. It “lurches” when you get going and when you stop. Good thing Miss Scarlett told me to hang on tight.
Five hours is too damn long for a graduation. Once your own child receives her diploma, who cares?
If you enjoy Italian food, wow, that’s the place.
Las Vegas International Airport is my most favorite airport, ever. It’s clean, airy, has decent food, shops, and . . . slot machines.
Miss Scarlett has made some wonderful NY friends. We love them.
Back to nursing my cold and holding down the couch.