I left at 5:30AM on the 24th to find my shuttle to the airport leaving without me. I ran after the van for two blocks, and caught it. Whew! I did not miss my flight.
I managed to get a migraine on the flight out, so when I got to New York City, I felt sick. I did not get too nauseated until I was in Manhattan. When I got outside Madison Square Garden, I was stopped by a nice Jewish man, who asked me, "Are you Jewish?" At this point I was sick and lost, it was dark, and I could hardly see, but I took a moment to talk to him. I said, "No, I am not." He wished me a happy Hanukkah; I bid him a Merry Christmas, and then he kindly directed me to Penn Station. As I was entering the station, another Jewish man stopped me and asked me the same question. I don't know what they were doing out in the cold wondering if people are Jewish, but it was nice to have strangers wish me a good Holiday.
Inside the station (after getting sick from the migraine), a drug addict stopped me. The woman was VERY pregnant. She asked if I would buy her some food. It was Christmas Eve after all, so I agreed. Right next to us was a soft pretzel stand, so I went to buy her one, and the woman took the money right out of my hand and ran off. It was only two dollars. I just wish I could have gotten food into that baby in her instead of the crack I am sure she bought.
Finally, I arrived. YAY!!! I was only an hour late, and I was so happy to see my parents. We had a really fun visit. We mostly went to museums and went for drives around the country side.
Well, NYC I did not love, but picturesque New England, I adore! I'm sure you will see why, one you check out the smilebox photo book I made.
The way home was much less eventful (thanks to Dramamine), although I did get bonked on the head by someone's bag falling out of the overhead bin. I got home to my sweet dog and promptly passed out. Today I went back to work. It was a nice day, but where is my vacation for my vacation?