There's a moment after you touch down in a new country where you, still affected by jet lag don;t realise where you are. You know but theres a defining moment where it sets in your brain. For me - and for Deanna, that moment was the next morning, when we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and saw the Statue of Liberty. It hit us both like a 2x4, we were here - IN New York. The long flight, the unfamiliar apartment, the jet lag, it wasn't all a bad dream, it was true and it served a purpose. There's something about travelling with someone that knows you inside out - many looks, many half uttered sentences and we both knew we were sharing this special moment together..
It was a long day with much walking and lets face it - a rather lengthy nap in the afternoon. The ensuing body clock vs the time one battle meant we weren't eating or sleeping when we should have. Too late we realised we were hungry and opted to get some sushi delivered. Too much sushi at 11pm for dinner means 2 very awake Aussies. So the only solution was a subway ride and a wander. Somehow ended up at Times Square at 2am.
Much wandering and much self flagellation later - why did we think this would be a good idea? We returned home by 4.30 and crashed - hard! Good morning New York!