This morning we headed down to see the Little Red Lighthouse that sits on the Hudson River underneath the George Washington Bridge. Unfortunately, you can't go inside anymore -- I guess it is only open at a couple of select days a year.
There's a nice park here along the river and there was a good place for climbing on rocks and throwing rocks into the river too, which the boys certainly enjoyed.
The day was very humid and a little hot (the only day like this the whole time we were here) so we were melted by the time we hiked back up to the apartment. We had some leftover pizza for lunch and got ourselves packed up and ready to head to the airport and home. Alicia got us a cab -- not a yellow NYC taxi this time, but a "gypsy cab" -- black sedan with leather interior. The driver was hispanic and Mark talked to him a bit in Spanish on the way to airport. He was not a scary driver at all and delivered us perfectly at the airport. We breezed through security and check in and waited about an hour to board the plane. (You never know how much time you'll need to get through traffic and security and find your way around the airport) We boarded the plane on time and then were told we'd be sitting for 1/2 an hour while they fixed a mechanical problem with the plane. 45 minutes to an hour later, we pushed off from the gate, and then had to wait another 30 minutes on the runway for our turn to takeoff. GRRRRR!!! We were an hour and a half late getting home -- thank goodness we had a non-stop flight! We were all happy to be home and be together as a family again.
There's a nice park here along the river and there was a good place for climbing on rocks and throwing rocks into the river too, which the boys certainly enjoyed.
The day was very humid and a little hot (the only day like this the whole time we were here) so we were melted by the time we hiked back up to the apartment. We had some leftover pizza for lunch and got ourselves packed up and ready to head to the airport and home. Alicia got us a cab -- not a yellow NYC taxi this time, but a "gypsy cab" -- black sedan with leather interior. The driver was hispanic and Mark talked to him a bit in Spanish on the way to airport. He was not a scary driver at all and delivered us perfectly at the airport. We breezed through security and check in and waited about an hour to board the plane. (You never know how much time you'll need to get through traffic and security and find your way around the airport) We boarded the plane on time and then were told we'd be sitting for 1/2 an hour while they fixed a mechanical problem with the plane. 45 minutes to an hour later, we pushed off from the gate, and then had to wait another 30 minutes on the runway for our turn to takeoff. GRRRRR!!! We were an hour and a half late getting home -- thank goodness we had a non-stop flight! We were all happy to be home and be together as a family again.
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