So we are here, laying in our amazingly comfortable bed (no springs poking through the mattress, reminds me, must get a new one when we return) in most stunning Brooklyn brownstone apartment, Sam being long (and even then his feet not touching the end of the bed) Daisy still dreaming her adventures the day before I STILL feel like I am in a movie, now totally complete as I sit and write... Oh my,am I turning into Carrie? Oh no hang on, she lives in Manhattan.....
I don't want to drone on about the journey, it is a lie to say it is part of the adventure, it is just a tedious way to get from one side of the world to the other, a necessity only made slightly less painful by a selection of mildly interesting films. Safe to say, we arrive. The apartment is not only real, but everything we could ever have hoped for, a real life Brownstone, in a quiet tree lined avenue, close to an area that can only be described as similar to Islington.... Wanda, our host is so warm we don't want her to leave! And we are welcomed with a fridge full of bagels, milk, cream cheese, orange juice and a bathroom jammed with beautiful fluffy white towels (so glad I bought one of the 'dog' towels for mine and Daisy's hair!) and gorgeous smelling products.... Which we indulge in IMMEDIATELY to rid ourselves of the journey....
We venture out, all of us far too excited to stay in, even though it is obviously way past my bed time... It is obviously like being in a film.... Even the two guys in baseball caps smoking weed at the end of the avenue, just chilling, it's like they have been placed there just for us, our own private immersive experience..... New York as brought to you by Central Casting.... We amble and find life, bars spilling out people, sounds, smells obviously, everything smells like food of course.... We persuade Daisy that the amazing Mexican place that is just bursting with fun (and Margaritas) is where we just have to have our first dinner and surprisingly, she agrees... Yes we ordered too much, that's in the rules right.... Catfish burritos, nachos, quesadillas, fries, and probably the best sweet corn ever. And frozen margaritas, to die for. We can relax. We can go back and sleep in our amazingly stylish apartment....
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