We are finally in New York.
The flight was quick (in geological terms) and scenic (if you like staring at clouds). As an added bonus, we were treated to a lovely tour of the Chicago-O’Hare tarnac holding area.
New York’s airports found out that they are no match against the all mighty low lying cloud. They ran in fear like Rincewind from slight danger. [See the Discworld series of books for those who are lost on that referance.] For two hours, we pondered the meaning of parked until we got on our way. On viewing of My Name Is Bruce (gotta love movies on the iphone) and two holding patterns later, we arrive!
Our last transportation adventure of the night was a silently insane cabby. Turn signals were a signal of defeat and he flashed his brights at anyone within 400 yards. I do have to give him props, he got us here in a flash!
All this and we are now in bed drifting off to sleep. Well, Leah is. I am killing my fingers typing this on my iPhone (forgive my typos).
Time to get sleepy by reading, night!