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New York Day Two

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We started the day heading to the Statue of Liberty. We had to stick to public transportation so we hopped on the light rail. It dropped us off just over a mile from the ferry and then we started walking. It was clear right away the girls were going to struggle but we had no choice. We had to walk. And walk. And walk. Eventually we made it to the ferry and we were able to board right away. We didn’t stop to look around at Ellis Island. The girls were already tired. I couldn’t push it and I knew the Statue of Liberty would be more interesting for them so we went straight there.
The Statue of Liberty was beautiful. We took lots of pictures and ate lunch on the grass.
The wind started kicking up as we boarded the ferry to New York to meet up with Brodie, Jonathan, barb, Richard and Lexis. By the time we reached the city it started raining. We hopped on the subway and found our way to Central Park but we had no umbrellas and no cash and we had to sit and wait in the rain. The girls were exhausted and miserable. Kaybree cried. We were relieved when we finally found our family. Brodie bought us some umbrellas and we all jumped on a bus to the MET.
Honestly, I was so busy responding to whining I did not enjoy the MET. As soon as it closed we got some dinner and I got some cash.
We started with a good attitude!




































Pretty tired by this point




Definitely tired by this point.












The 9/11 memorial was amazing to see!

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