I'm taking Nephew Number 1 (NN1) on a 3 week trip to New York and Canada. Three weeks of fun and hilarity or excruciating misery? (For him, I mean, not me) We shall see.
Set off at 9.40am for the airport and reached our accommodation by 8pm, though with the time difference it was closer to 2am. We think.
Anyway, day's highlights:
Over excited by the portion sizes at Manchester Airport.
'Wait.' He says at JFK when we land, 'Wait a minute, I need to put something on.' Whips a baseball cap from his bag and goes all Stateside on me. Hilarious as the result is all the tourists ask us for directions. We take great delight in responding, 'We're not from these parts.' In resounding Shropshire brogue. Lots of people talk to us. Americans are very friendly.
Almost at the end of our journey, we take the ferry to Staten Island. We sit on the wrong side of the boat to see The Statue of Liberty but are too tired to move. The other side of the boat is too busy anyway, we'll see her properly tmw. At the last minute I lean over the edge and see her peeping back at me.
I ask NN1, 'If The Statue of Liberty had a name, what would it be?'
He doesn't hesitate, 'Carole,' he tells me, 'they'd call her Carole.'
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