Fast pace life is what New York is all about. From second to second, minute to minute the people, places and things fly by me like fighter jets locked in a dog fight.
Friday night I learned how to ride the subway and we have been using it ever since. I would like to thank Charla’s uncle who patiently took the time to show us how to do it and answer our endless, probably ridiculous sounding questions. But like true New Yorkers we are now schlepping up and down the seemingly endless subway steps to jump on the next train to our next destination.