The New Yorker

Due to popular demand (mainly text messages from Andrew begging me to update our blog) and being stuck on a bus for 4 hours with nothing super exciting to do, I thought it would be a great idea to update our blog. Today we got on a bus in Boston and began our trek to New York where we will be spending three days working with the Tribeca campus crusade staff. We are definitely looking forward to this get away. For a few of us who are not used to so much rain (mainly myself) it is not only exciting to be going to hte Big Apple but to be getting away from the gloomy weather in Boston.

Getting ready for our trip to New York was definitely an experience for me. I learned we are staying in a hostel near Central Park on the upper west side which is exciting but also a little scary at the same time (I've stayed in one before) but it should be an eye opening experience. Upon learning that we are staying in a hostel, we also were told we could only bring one backpack with us. Now as a girl raised in southern California, this is pretty much unheard of for me and I had definite doubts that I would be able to do it. But never fear, after staring at my clothes for an hour and calling Andrew for moral support, I did it, I fit EVERYTHING in one backpack and a humongous purse. :)

Anyways, that's what we will be up to until we come back to Boston to celebrate the 4th!

In addition to getting ready for New York, our little group has had a few adventures over the past week. This last Sunday, after church, I thought it would be fun for all of us to go out and get some seafood. We had a great dinner at Legal Seafood and were getting ready to take the subway back to our apartment. Well, let me tell you, DO NOT get on a subway in Boston if you have had a cup of tea, a spanish latte, 2 diet cokes and a water without going to the bathroom. I unfortunately made this mistake, foolishly thinking I could make it to the JFK station and then the 5 minute walk to our apartment, however, the constant jerking of the subway and the ever present drizzling was just too much for me to handle. I quickly let Dani know and she and I left our group at the State Street station in the middle of downtown Boston. Now, I've grown up near large cities and I've never seen one like Boston. Nothing is open on a Sunday night at 9 oclock. finding a bathroom in the middle of downtown Boston soon looked to be impossible. Danie and I were wandering up and down the streets in search of a restroom. There were none, no public restrooms were around and no fastfood places were open.

It just so happened at this point a man happened to walk passt us and heard our plight. Dani and I decided to continue our search while this man thought it would be a good idea to stop and watch us walk up the street while he yelled places where we may find an open restroom. Unfortunately all the places he suggested were closed (big surprise). Then there it was... a bar! And it was OPEN! Fully aware that Dani was not old enough to enter, I was determined to give it a try. We went int eh entrance... no bouncer. This was going to be our lucky day! We are halfway to the back of the bar when this hefty man stand in our path asking for our I.D.'s. Where did he come from? I quickly explained to him what our deal was and he immediately dashed my dreams of sitting on a porceline throne to the ground. Just as quickly as that dream was shattered, the bouncer gave new hope. Why not try this super swanky hotel across the street?

So Dani and I ventured across the street to this hotel and I instantly doubt being able to use their facilities. Dani however, lives up to her positivity strenght and tells me to just walk in like I'm staying there. And so we go in and confidently strut our stuff to the back of the hotel lobby where we think a restroom may be waiting for us. No such luck. Then with a stroke of genius we get the idea to go up toe the restaurant on the second level. We get off the elevator and are greeted by a giant M marking the men's restroom. With a quick search, we find the women's restroom! SUCCESS!

Dani and I then proceed on our journey home with some great memories and new knowledge about the city life (or lack there of) in Boston. Let's just pray we don't have a similar problem in New York!