Day 1: Fly to JFK. Yay, direct flight, no jet lag. Meet hiroquita, who has just flown in from Tokyo. Catch shuttle to hotel. Ride in circles for hour while shuttle stops at each and every one of JFK's 9 terminals. Finally, arrive at lovely Sheraton.
Squeal in delight at big fluffy bed and promptly collapse.
Start thinking about dinner. Come to conclusion could really go for some Moroccan fare. Consult guidebook. Find: Marseille.
Choose lamb tangine with couscous -- ordering identical dinners will come to be running theme during trip.
Totter back to hotel. End Day 1.
Day 2: Venture out with map and vague list of shopping destinations.
Is raining. Have one very small umbrella.
Head over to garment district to replenish stock of necklace chains at jewelry supply store.
Into pouring rain again. Why did choose to wear sandals today? Jeans are sopping wet and dragging on ground. Spy Forever 21 -- will just pop in and buy pair of leggings and be dry again. But, as long as am there, why not try on some jumpsuits and dresses and blouses... Hour later, time to find lunch. Anywhere will do, so long as has roof and place to sit.
Rain stops. Fortified, navigate towards Chelsea, in search of Sabon.
Residential sidestreets are elegant and quiet.
Fling sandals into suitcase. Slip on ballet flats. Maybe can shuffle along for a few blocks.
We are on quest for pho and luckily find Vietnamese restaurant within minutes.
Trio at next table are chatty bunch and man encourages us to order lychee cocktail. He pronounces it, "lee-chee". There is tense moment when I say, "the lie-chee cocktail?" He nods. "Yes, the lee-chee cocktail". Who is right?
On way home am overcome with chocolate craving. Fortunately encounter giant store devoted to Hershey's products.
Curl up in big comfy bed with cups of hot cocoa. End Day 2.
Day 3: Is it? Can it be? Sunlight?
Perfect day to take walk in:
Everything elegant here.
Lunch at Italian outdoor ristorante is followed by ill-advised visit to:
EXTREME SUGAR COMAGot exactly this far through red velvet whipped vanilla frosting cupcake before died sugary death.
Stumbling outside, gulping fresh air, was almost tempted to throw self down Gaping Hole of Doom to put end to onslaught of sweetness.
End Day 3.
Day 4: Last day. Time only for breakfast at Sarabeth's.
Indulge in fluffy lemon ricotta pancakes and bottomless cup of coffee.
Was completely grand mini-trip! What's next?