Lost in New York City
Bright lights, city nights and a Times Square man baby
Our first view of The Big Apple was while exiting the bus station and seeing the larger-than-life sign of the one and only New York Times building just across the street.
We caught a direct coach from Toronto to New York. My nerves about the unknown with my two high school teens in tow morphed into awe. Was that THE New York Times Building?
Being the good mom that I am I wanted to get us set up in our hotel room before anything else so I decided to hail a taxi.
You know… New York style.
Hailing down the yellow cab in front of The New York Times was surreal for all three of us. We were a little Canadian family seeing New York City for the first time after all.
The centre of the universe awaited us.
My daughter, 13 and my 17-year-old son couldn’t hide the excitement in their eyes.
