Laundry was the first order of business today. We both had a pillow case full of clothes that were starting to become an atmospherical danger, so we decided we had better wash them this morning. Spent about 5 bucks for a single load, which wasn’t too bad considering it’s the Upper West Side in NYC. It was also the first time either of us had used a laudromat so we felt pretty good once we finished and all our clothes actually smelled clean!
After we dropped off our clothes at the Hostel we hopped the train downtown to Ground Zero. This was the second time for me and the first for Devon. We took some great pictures of the construction going on and went inside the newly built museum. It is completely non-profit and run by familes members of victims from September 11th. The whole experience was quite moving and very emotional. One of the most moving things I saw was a photo taken of Ground Zero shortly after one of the towers collapsed, by a professional photographer. That in itself was emotional but the fact that he was killed moments after taking that shot is what really got to me. There was a caption under the photo saying the man’s camera was found in the wreckage and the photo in the exhibit was the last he ever took.
After a quick slice to get our emotions back in order we headed to “The Best Kept Secret in New York City”. For those really interested ask me about it .
Once we finished with the mayhem, we headed to Wall Street. Walked the streets, went into Tiffany & Co., then quickly out again after seeing a tiny coin purse that cost much more than it should have! We then took a few pictures by The Bull and decided to head to The Fire Museum.
THIS IS WHERE THE DAY WENT HORRIBLY WRONG.
We hopped on the train to Spring Street, only to realize that we were on the wrong. Once we realized this, we quikly got back on the train- the other way, back to our original stop. We THEN got on the correct train, got off at the right Spring Street stop only to realize the museum is closed on Mondays! With all of our time squandered we decided we had better head back so we could get to our play on time. Little did we know our little adventure was far from over. We ended up about 3 stops into Brooklyn when we finally realized it and had to back on the train to Manhattan and fianlly got to hostel!
Having only 20 minutes to get ready, change and run out of the hostel we hurried around the room in a frenzy and actually made it out and to the theatre with time to spare. Phantom of the Opera at the Majestic Theatre was, in one word; spectacular. Everything about it was amazing and we sat next to this lady from New Jersey. If you haven’t ever met anyone from NJ, trust me when I tell you, it’s quite an experience. We then went across the street so Devon could have a drink, talked a little and then got on the train home and made it there in one try!
The Last Photo Bill Ever Took










