In the morning of the 16th, we booked a ride on the double decker bus to see Harlem. It was interesting. My mom kept telling me it was very grassy and scenic, and when the tour was over she said we didn't go to the part that was scenic.
Later, we took a tour through Downtown, seeing Central Park, Times Square, and the Empire State Building.
It was so amazing to look at that thing, with its high point and 82 floors. It's dark sky gray cast a menacing look of evil onto us, like it was about to topple and crush. The thing kind of scared me.
Although we didn't enter the towering giant, we took a good look at it. It was extremely huge!
After that breath-taking experience, the family and I got off in Chinatown. Rebecca went to the restroom and got an "I love NY" shirt. We traveled to go on The Staten Island Ferry.
On the way, I spotted a metallic blue cap with white dotted lines through the whole hat. It also had a blue-coloring NY, the N overlapping diagonally with the Y. It also had a white trim around it. I like this certain hat.
It was $5.
After purchasing this strangely in-expensive hat, I thanked Mom and put it on. (replacing it with the other hat that said JC, and putting the JC hat into the bag) It had a good feel to it.
Only in NYC can you get a high quality hat at only 5 dollars. Supersaving! (another pun)
We approached where the ferry took off to see Staten Island. It was a fairly big, nice place, that had a line for the departure for the ferry.
This ferry was supposed to go past The Statue of Liberty, and then stop at Staten Island. Riders on the ferry were supposed to exit off the ferry, and then were allowed back on in about 25 minutes.
As I boarded the ferry, we walked up some stairs and went to the outside deck of it. There we saw NYC harbor, and off in the left in the distance I could see what looked like to be a green figure holding its hand up.
Farther into the ferry ride, we saw this figure up close. Passing by it, we knew it was the one, the only (except for the little one in France) Statue of Liberty.
It was graceful; it looked strong, powerful, everything that represented America.
On a tiny island surfacing the statue, were tiny dots identified as people.
All I know about Good Ole Liberty is, well, that she was a gift from France. That's all I know (not really a history on the statue).
When coming on to Staten Island, a few men started telling people to prepare to get off. They told everyone that anyone on the boat had to get off and come on again only in 25 minutes. These men were strict.
The Staten Island departure building was a lot nicer and different than that of the former.
When exciting, Dad started looking on his iPad a place to eat. He was so concentrated on that though, that when we were going up some stairs, Dad tripped and fell with a BLOP!, dropping his camera and iPad. He was okay, but his accessories were not. His camera had a big crack in the lens shade, the tool shielding off light that would normally go into the lens. I believe his iPad was fine.
We went looking around in search of someplace to eat, although it was mostly vacant. We were walking by a bus stop trying to back to the boat when an old woman with a walker said, "Are you four looking for a place to eat?"
Dad answered yes.
She then told us of about 3 diners, a park, the beach, and even an amusement park.
Later back on the boat, I reconnected with my friend Caleb and read Sherlock Holmes on my phone. With the day about over, I needed food.
And that's exactly what we found in a mexican restaurant!
The following part is written by Rebecca:
As we walked past a window these cute 15 year old-girls pointed to the ground and looked surprised and like I was in danger so I kinda believed them and they got a picture of my confused face. Then, when we got into the restaurant we thought it was a good idea for me to wave weirdly at people through the window so we did. After we did it a while my dad got tired of it and told us to stop. Then, the same girls that played the trick on me got tired of sitting at a table so the went outside. They played around and they posed on other peoples bikes! They saw Andrew's video camera and started dancing in front of us! When the got bored of that they went back inside. Turns out Andrew got that all on tape even when I waved through the window at the people on the sidewalk. My mom wrote down our facebook page and gave it to the girls we got to talk to them for a few minutes. Their names are jess talor giuna searra and ? I can't remember but I'm sure Andrew can. Actually one of the moms used to live back in roswell and her sister taught at Westminster for 30 years! Well, that's all that I'm writing today readers bye:)
Rebecca said it best. Later that night, I went to sleep for the last time in that hotel room. NYC made me realize how big the world is, and that it isn't just Roswell. It showed me that I'm just a little part, but that I still mattered. NYC would be one of the first of many great cities I would see.
And that's the end of this blog post.
Having fun,
Andrew AND Rebecca
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