the farmer works out about four days a week, four months out of the year… with the exception of holidays, hunting days, hockey road trips and football Sundays… so he gets in a good 17 workouts total a year…  I attempt pilates in the wrong clothing choices and I run with my dogs… and by ‘with’ I mean I chase after the one dog and then wait for the old dog… so walking roughly 8 miles in New York one day should be fine for us we think… and so we set off, hopes high, sun is shining and life is good … 

I had to put a picture of this wall in the lobby of our hotel…  in case you were wondering where old keyboards were re-purposed to…

first order of the day was going to see the 9/11 Memorial… it was not complete last time we were here so the farmer booked tickets for the museum and it was well worth it… certain events always take you back to a memory of where you were and who you were with… I was on my lunch break from work and it was before the time of cell phones apparently because when I got back to the school I told everyone what was happening… still in shock myself… being there fills you with a link to your memory and a connection with public service and sacrifice… all the firefighters that lost their lives rushing into a buildings that had a planes stuck into them blows my mind… and everything changed after that day…

what boggles my small mind is this building… and all the other ones surrounding it… 1776 feet tall and I’m assuming you could get a decent WiFi signal from the top…

  

after viewing all of this we walked… theme of the day… walked…  if you walk as a mode of transportation you won’t understand how fun it is for me to walk alongside my farmer hubby, holding his hand or arm… chatting away because he loves the sound of my voice… it’s just something we never do… ever…

he let me navigate and we headed the wrong way for 8 blocks… then turned around and headed towards Brookfield Place…  upon getting down to the waterfront we had lunch at Le District…  I had a prime rib sandwich that was excellent… it was part of my new philosophy “eat lunch like a man”… no man would dream of salad, on it’s own, for lunch… no, always meat… generally steak if it is available… and I admire men for this and am attempting to integrate it into my own eating habits…

we continued our lovely walk in which I took off my sweater and put it back on roughly four times…  I think it’s fun for the farmer to have to stop and start due to my body temperature fluctuations…

after what seemed like forever but turns out it was only about half a mile… we got hungry again and stopped at Pier A Harbour House… we had a Bloody Mary Oyster Shooter… we always try to class it up a bit and have raw oysters or something strange that makes us feel better than the average person for eating it… these were interesting and if you are there you should try it…  nothing like two slimy little oysters going down your throat… acquired taste I’m assuming…

the other item we ate that was delicious was the steamed mussels in white wine and bacon broth… I’ve decided any sort of seafood in white wine and bacon broth is a match made in heaven…

we attempted to visit the South Street Seaport because we loved visiting it before but it was under renovations…  at which point we were hungry again… just for an appetizer… and stopped at Industry Kitchen

by this point we had made a decision we needed to wait until supper to eat anything else so we focused more on the walking…  we heading up Wall Street and went past a building I’ve taken a picture of every time we’ve visited New York because it is my favourite…

what amazes me the most in the midst of these buildings is how they were constructed, how the supplies for construction got there and the contrast between my open prairies and this concrete jungle… quoting Jay-Z…  which I like to do… a lot

our final point of our walk was going to be Trinity Church graveyard… we love graveyards… I enjoy conversations about death… a friend of mine told me on her headstone it’s going to read ‘I told you I wasn’t feeling well’…  the one gravestone was for a Alexander Hamilton, secretary of the treasury,  that died in a duel… with the vice president of the United States… yes, a duel… incredible…

no wonder most of the headstones were showing the average life expectancy under 40 years…


we returned via subway to the hotel and made dinner plans…  I decided to let the farmer pick seeings how my ideas generally end up not going well… he decided on Piacere and we had pan seared scallops with porcini mushrooms, the pasta special and a calabrese pizza for dessert…


this is the perfect type of restaurant for me… homemade food… dim lighting… not busy but busy enough that you know it is good…

and we walked along the streets in streetlights back to the hotel… alone…  with shin splints and five pounds heavier than when we started the day…