Our trip to the east, pt. 2
The plan for tomorrow is for Karin to see Downtown Ithaca, where I used to live. Today, we’ll explore Cornell’s campus and its environs.
Our hosts of last night and tonight are my advisor and his wife.
Yesterday, we arrived in Ithaca after an arduous drive from Brooklyn, where we spent a night with our friend, Andrew, and his wife, Tanya. It was Karin’s first visit to New York City. She was delighted to view Times Square – and the subway rats. She was less delighted with the drivers, who’d ruthlessly cut her off or park their cars in the middle of the road and walk away. On our return to Ithaca, we were on the FDR (the expressway along the east of Manhattan) when an accident halted traffic. We decided to make our way through Manhattan to glimpse Central Park. Two consecutive wrong turns put us onto the Queensborough Bridge, and so Karin got to view that part of New York instead. We made our way up through Queens and the Bronx to the George Washington Bridge, which sped us through to New Jersey. It’d taken us two hours just to leave New York City.
But, as I said, we’re back in Ithaca, where the pace of life is much slower – but still not as slow for most inhabitants as for the Salvationists.
On Sunday, we had joined my old Corps for a lakeside picnic and a performance by the brass band.
We’ll return to my Salvationist friends tomorrow night.
Our hosts of last night and tonight are my advisor and his wife.
Yesterday, we arrived in Ithaca after an arduous drive from Brooklyn, where we spent a night with our friend, Andrew, and his wife, Tanya. It was Karin’s first visit to New York City. She was delighted to view Times Square – and the subway rats. She was less delighted with the drivers, who’d ruthlessly cut her off or park their cars in the middle of the road and walk away. On our return to Ithaca, we were on the FDR (the expressway along the east of Manhattan) when an accident halted traffic. We decided to make our way through Manhattan to glimpse Central Park. Two consecutive wrong turns put us onto the Queensborough Bridge, and so Karin got to view that part of New York instead. We made our way up through Queens and the Bronx to the George Washington Bridge, which sped us through to New Jersey. It’d taken us two hours just to leave New York City.
But, as I said, we’re back in Ithaca, where the pace of life is much slower – but still not as slow for most inhabitants as for the Salvationists.
On Sunday, we had joined my old Corps for a lakeside picnic and a performance by the brass band.
We’ll return to my Salvationist friends tomorrow night.