Judging from the lack of New York-ish posts around here in the past week, you’d never guess that I went to New York. But I’ve had the jet lag to prove it. Holy moly, people, I’ve never been hit so hard by jet lag. I blame it on the fact that I had to get up at 3 o’clock in the freakin’ morning to get to the airport. By the time I got home I had been up for 14 hours, which isn’t bad, but it was only 2:00 in the afternoon. I promptly took a five hour nap. And then I slept for ten more hours. And I still felt like crap for a couple of days. Next time, I’m definitely booking a later flight home.
Anyways…I spent a week in New York. And it was marvelous, every minute of it. Well, maybe not that minute I was dripping with sweat in the 90 degree heat. But otherwise, it was a fabulous trip. And you’re going to hear all about it, whether you want to or not. Over the next few days I’ll be posting about my adventures (which makes it sound wilder than it was), both with my mom as we played tourists, and at Book Expo America (BEA) and the very first-ever Book Blogger Convention (BBC).
Let’s start with the first few days (and just so you know, I totally write these posts for myself so three months from now I’ll be able to remember what I did!).
We (we being mom and me) flew into Newark late Saturday afternoon, and took a Super Shuttle to our hotel in Times Square. The shuttle ride was entertaining…at one point the driver was talking on two cell phones at once. The Englishwoman in front of me was outraged and pretty much shamed him into hanging up. I’m not sure he would have hung up for an American, so I might just owe my life to the British.
By the time we got to our hotel (the lovely Renaissance) and settled in it was time for dinner. We walked a few blocks south to 42nd St, to Simply Pasta, a restaurant that Nicole (of Linus’s Blanket) had recommended. I can now attest that Nicole has good taste in food. We had a quick, yummy and fairly cheap dinner and then walked back through the hordes of people to the hotel. Granted it was Saturday night, but I was amazed by how many people were out and about. I definitely felt small town.
On Sunday our goal was to visit The Cloisters. And it took some doing, but we finally found it (while we got off at the right subway stop, we took the wrong exit out of the subway and walked around and over (who knew there were hills in Manhattan?!) Fort Tryon Park until we finally stumbled upon the museum). The Cloisters is part of the Metropolitan Museum and it is built to look like a cloisters. It’s beautiful, and it’s filled with churchy treasures (that would be the official non-art history term, the correct term is medieval art and architecture), and the Unicorn Tapestries. It was so worth the trek to find it. No flash allowed, though, so please excuse the lousy photos.
After coveting the gold chalices and marvelling at the tapestries, we walked a few blocks north to the Dyckman farmhouse, which is cerainly the last thing you’d expect to find in a modern New York neighborhood (Inwood, to be exact):
And this is the view in the other direction:
The farmhouse was built in the 1780s and has been a museum since the early 1900s. One buck will get you a self-guided tour. There’s not much to the house, but it is interesting. And watch your step and your head on the way down to the winter kitchen!
Since it was mid-afternoon at this point and we had no other plans for the day, we took the subway down to Ground Zero. Believe people when they tell you there is nothing to see. We didn’t go into the museum.
On the way back to the hotel we ran into one of my heroes, and I was lucky enough to have my picture taken with him. How silly am I that this is one of the (many) highlights of the trip?
For dinner we headed over to Restaurant Row on 46th St and had wonderful Italian-style pizza at Tramonti. After dinner I was able to visit briefly with Amy (My Friend Amy), Trish (Hey Lady! Whatcha Readin’?), Lenore (Presenting Lenore), Natasha (Maw Books), Michelle (Galleysmith), Laura (I’m Booking It) and Pam (Bookalicious).
Whew. And that only takes me to bedtime on Sunday. More to come… (and yes, I promise I’ll get to BEA. Eventually.)