We spent our last day wandering round the Bushwick area of Brooklyn, seeing the sights and practising pull ups (ahem)
Him:
Me:
Yes, I am cheating.
We had a wander so that we could see some of the amazing graffiti they have.
Watched people having a dance lesson in the park. 'And.... Salsaaaaa'
Finally we made our way to the airport. Who'd have thought that the bus replacement service was an international obstacle? We arrived only 1hr 40 mins before the flight, had to check in in double quick time and were given seats apart. Lady at desk said the only option was to make a request upon boarding. 'Look pensive' I tell him, 'we'll say you're not a confident flyer.'
'Like this?' he asks. It works. We get booted upstairs to sit together behind first class. I don't know what class it was business/ premium economy / not exactly cattle/ wide seat class. Something. The flight was fine. Home now. A great adventure.
